goodbye logic
I am still laughing about Dan Humphrey being Gossip Girl. Send me public love letters, but not really. | Theme.
Valentine’s Day + dair
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, YOU’RE WELCOME
dairnecessities
Dair + Dorota
carrymewiththewind
"...the two loneliest people in Newport" | the lonely boy and the lonely girl
i loved that seth and marissa scene too, they should have found someone a lot more talented than mischa barton to play marissa and i would have totally loved a ryan/marissa/seth love triangle
i never cared for seth and summer, they bore me
ok this could have worked in the context of season six, i am forever convinced that dangina (that’s their ship name right?) would have made a lot more sense than derena
look it’s gossip girl texting dan .. or uhm, i guess ‘dan’ texting dan?
“that was a reminder to himself” - stephanie savage
tv tropes
- jumping the shark: the moment in a television show when there is a decline in quality beyond recovery.
- dan humphrey: when the creators of a television show are so far removed from reality or what constitutes quality, well-written, programming that they completely destroy characters, defy logic in their scripts, and open themselves up to ridicule and plotholes beyond measure. when asked, said creators become very defensive and pretend like the dan humphrey was the plan all along.
The Upper East Side was like something from Fitzgerald or Thackeray. Teenagers acting like adults, adults acting like teenagers, guarding secrets, spreading gossip, all with the trappings of truly opulent wealth. And membership in this community was so elite you couldn’t even buy your way in, it was a birthright. A birthright I didn’t have and my greatest achievements would never earn me. All I had to compare to this world was what I’d read in books, but that gave me the idea. If I wasn’t born into this world, maybe I could write myself into it. I’d overheard enough conversations to be able to mimic the language of the Constance girls, but every writer needs his muse, and it wasn’t until that photo of Serena in the white dress that I knew I had something strong enough to actually create a legend and launch a website. Within weeks, I was getting dozen of e-mails with stories of Upper East Siders, so I posted them anonymously. And then I got more. Before long it was a monster. Everyone was sending tips. And when Serena came back from boarding school, I wrote my first post about me. Lonely Boy. The Outsider. The underdog. I might’ve been a joke, but at least people were talking about me.
