channel flipping.

Back again?

I don’t want to think about my job, especially now that my responsibilities have expanded. Now I’m listening to viewer voicemails on the comment line. I have to transcribe each message and then write a report — I’m over it, brass brad.

I don’t want you to be anybody but your asshole-self. I like you for the asshole you are. 

A love story in two films charts the very different challenges to happiness for Michael and Thomas in the aftermath of World War 2, and to Adam and Steve in the present day.

   ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏ.

You’ve never seen snow, have you?

I like Rick Anderten...

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘʜɪʟɪᴘ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ.

Harry and Henry...they’re the same name, aren’t they?

hey, come here. 

Did that help?

Occupation? You’re going to Hell, someone may ask. 

I just need someone.