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lilyrabesource:

Lily Rabe | “The First” Premiere Party

lilyrabesource:

Lily Rabe | “The First” Premiere Party

22nd Jul
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gameangels:

I just wanted you to know I appreciate the risk you’re taking. Regardless of your opinion of Cerberus, of me, you are a valuable asset to all of humanity. Be careful, Shepard.

inkskinned:

idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”

like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds

"Many people accept the idea that each of us has a certain resolute innerness—a kernel of selfhood that we can’t share with others. (Levin, at the end of “Anna Karenina,” calls it his “holy of holies,” and says that, no matter how close he grows to the people around him, there will always be “the same wall between my soul’s holy of holies and other people, even my wife.”) What interested Woolf was the way that we become aware of that innerness. We come to know it best, she thought, when we’re forced, at moments of exposure, to shield it against the outside world.

There can be something enjoyable, even revelatory about that feeling of self-protection, which is why we seek out circumstances in which we can feel more acutely the contrast between the outside world and our inner selves. Woolf was fascinated by city life—by the feeling of solitude-on-display that the sidewalk encourages, and by the way that “street haunting,” as she called it, allows you to lose and then find yourself in the rhythm of urban novelty and familiarity. She was drawn to the figure of the hostess: the woman-to-be-looked-at, standing at the top of the stairs, friendly to everyone, who grows only more mysterious with her visibility. (One of the pleasures of throwing a party, Woolf showed, is that it allows you to surprise yourself: surrounded by your friends, the center of attention, you feel your separateness from the social world you have convened.) She showed how parents, friends, lovers, and spouses can become more unknowable over time, not less—there is a core to their personhood that never gives itself up. Even as they put their lives on display, she thought, artists thrive when they maintain a final redoubt of privacy—a wellspring that remains unpolluted by the world outside. “A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter,” Clarissa thinks, at the end of “Mrs. Dalloway.” Of course, it’s the chatter—the party—that helps her know that she has something to lose in the first place."

22nd Jul
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missflurry:

flowersinthelibrary:

The Elephant House, “birthplace of Harry Potter”, located in George IV Bridge Street in Edinburgh, UK. One of the cafés where JK Rowling spent time writing, in 1995. The toilets are covered with messages, thank you notes and quotations from the books written by the fans.

ALL RIGHT IM SITTING IN THE CAFE RIGHT NOW AND IM GONNA GO TO THE BATHROOM

cyborgnebula:

Karen Gillan @ Guardians of the Galaxy LA Premiere

Kate Moss by Lance Staedler for Glamour France, 1992

Kate Moss by Lance Staedler for Glamour France, 1992

waywardandwanderlust:

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard

waywardandwanderlust:

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard

She did not feel beautiful, though. She felt old, used, filthy, ugly.

photojojo:

Back in the early 1970s, thousands of tropical parrots were brought to Japan as pets. As some were freed over the years, the city of Tokyo has developed a fascinating problem: parrot infestation!

Photographer Yoshinori Mizutani noticed the phenomenon shortly after moving to Tokyo, and has been documenting their bizarre presence ever since.

Photos of Tokyo’s Surreal Parrot Infestation 

via It’s Nice That

If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first lovers and protect each other like siblings, then you know you are meant to be

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