“She had a style all her own but she smelled like the inside of a racoon’s mouth”—I saw this spray painted on the side of a building riding the 17 bus but I’ve never been able to find it since I first saw it; I think someone must have cleaned it off.
“So it takes place in the future when north America has gone through these natural disasters and wars and isn’t called the united states anymore. It’s now called Panama.”—Andrea summerizing Hunger Games for me
“It’s as if they drove a car into the ditch and then we had to put on our boots and go down there in the mud, and we’ve been pushing and shoving. And they’ve been standing aside and watching us, and saying, ‘you’re not pushing right, you’re not pushing fast enough.’ You know, they’re drinking on a Slurpee or something and… So we’re huffing and puffing, and we finally get this car out of the ditch, finally have it on level ground. We’re moving forward. And they turn to us and say, ‘we want the keys.’ Well, you can’t have the keys back. You don’t know how to drive. You got us into the ditch. You can get in the backseat if you want.”—President Obama, on Republicans (via apsies)