leap year, baby!

Today's a special day that comes once every four years, so this post goes to a person just as special:  Abed!! 

"Cool. Cool-cool-cool."

-- Community. Six seasons and a movie!!!

oh, Schmitty!..

 

 

   "What if he's horribly disfigured, and I have to identify him, and all that remains are his private parts, and I'm standing there and I'm saying, 'Sorry, officer, I can't help you, because no, I haven't seen his penis.', and boom! He's buried in an unmarked grave!.."

-- New Girl

bugün barış abi

"simsiyah gecenin koynundayım, yapayalnız

uzaklarda bir yerlerde güneşler doğuyor

kupkuru bir ağacın dalıyım, yapayalnız

uzaklarda bir yerlerde bir şeyler kök salıyor.."

new year's resolution: stay classy. always.

-- 9gag

dementor's kiss

".. You can exist without you soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just-- exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever ... lost."

-- Remus Lupin

sing a happy happy happy happy happy happy song

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesquennes of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand..."

-- Mustafa Mond, Brave New World

of Beren and Lúthien

 Tinúviel!  Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.

 
-- J. R. R. Tolkien