vive la maladie de votre tête

YOU. You above all, will be missed. Stay golden, K Wiig. <3

Fri, 25 May 2012 16:29:04 -0400

YOU. You above all, will be missed.

Stay golden, K Wiig.

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Fri, 25 May 2012 12:31:42 -0400

This is not life, will. ’Tis a stolen season.

Fri, 25 May 2012 01:28:33 -0400

This is not life, will. ’Tis a stolen season.

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Thu, 24 May 2012 23:46:01 -0400

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Thu, 24 May 2012 23:44:59 -0400

marleymix: “I don’t believe in charmed lives. I think that...

Sun, 20 May 2012 15:02:41 -0400

marleymix:

“I don’t believe in charmed lives. I think that tragedy is part of the lesson you learn to lift yourself up, to pick yourself up and to move on.” - Charlize

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Thu, 17 May 2012 16:31:18 -0400

"I hate actors who come and quote Nietzsche. I don’t like pretentious shit. I like being around..."

Thu, 17 May 2012 12:43:57 -0400

“I hate actors who come and quote Nietzsche. I don’t like pretentious shit. I like being around people who like to live life and understand the value of it. I need to be around people who understand we’re not curing cancer here”

- Charlize Theron (via lilyintheevening)

Patrick Stewart, you’re killing me.

Thu, 17 May 2012 01:04:58 -0400

Patrick Stewart, you’re killing me.

i’ll take it..

Thu, 17 May 2012 00:48:38 -0400

i’ll take it..

sylvia plath angst is the best kind of angst

Thu, 17 May 2012 00:17:05 -0400

I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You— You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I’m finally through. The black telephone’s off at the root, The voices just can’t worm through. If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two— The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There’s a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

cywells: Mein Führer lookin’ sexiii

Thu, 17 May 2012 00:11:00 -0400

cywells:

Mein Führer lookin’ sexiii

heh..

Wed, 16 May 2012 22:41:10 -0400

heh..

pardon my lady boner.

Sun, 13 May 2012 16:31:19 -0400

pardon my lady boner.

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Sun, 13 May 2012 12:46:45 -0400

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Fri, 11 May 2012 01:40:30 -0400

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Thu, 10 May 2012 20:05:28 -0400

"i would be shitting a fucking brick right now."

Thu, 10 May 2012 19:41:16 -0400

“i would be shitting a fucking brick right now.”

- -the director, on being in the auditioning actors’ place.

remind me again why i think acting is a good idea.

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Thu, 10 May 2012 19:40:13 -0400

"people offer love the way they know how to offer love."

Tue, 08 May 2012 22:51:54 -0400

“people offer love the way they know how to offer love.”

- Aa.