no one let me listen to Do Pal before work ever again because literally every time I walked from the dining room into the kitchen I muttered the first lines of it to myself and I mean evERY time no exaggerrating I am going to hate the song soon
Dheere Jalna, Paheli
Sonu Nigam, Shreya Ghoshal
Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
The Breakfast Club (1985)
I’m in love with this photograph. It should be placed under the definition of classic old hollywood.
'Gúthwinë!' cried Éomer. 'G ú t h w i n ë for the Mark!’
'Andúril!' cried Aragorn. 'A n d ú r i l for the Dúnedain!’