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The last person who looked at me like that, I got laid.

I’ve decided to call these dice “The Dice of Power”

Because they always find their way back to their master

And they also fuck over whoever is currently using them 

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Cannes Wishlist:

20 films I’d like to see play at Cannes 2015 - Part 2

Day out of Days - Zoe Cassavetes, USA

Cassavetes, the daughter of filmmaker John Cassavetes and actress Gena Rowlands, reunites with Alexis Landeau on her second feature film about an actress in her forties struggling to make it in L.A.

The Dressmaker - Jocelyn Moorhouse, Australia

Moorhouse has Cannes pedigree: her 1991 debut Proof won the Camera d’Or. The Dressmaker is her most recent film after an eighteen year long break from filmmaking. The film stars Kate Winslet as the titular dressmaker who returns to the backwater Australian town where she was born in order to exact revenge on those who wronged her.

Et ta soeur? - Marion Vernoux, France

Vernoux’s film is an adaption of Lynn Shelton’s 2012 film Your Sister’s Sister set in France starring Géraldine Nakache (who is herself a filmmaker). 

Evolution - Lucile Hadzihalilovic, France

Hadzihalilovic is currently best known as Gaspar Noé’s partner, but she`s an acclaimed filmmaker in her own right having written and directed the beautiful and surreal Innocence in 2004. Evolution is her first film since then and it follows a young boy who lives in a seaside town where all the boys must be hospitalized in order to undergo mysterious operations.

Into the Forest - Patricia Rozema, Canada

An adaptation of the book of the same name, Into the Forest stars Evan Rachel Wood and Ellen Page as two sisters who must struggle to survive in their remote home in the woods after the complete collapse of society.

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Oblivious - Kai Scenario

You can’t help but watch him as he sits cross legged on the floor of his apartment. He’s absorbed in the latest game he bought, with his tongue sticking out in concentration as his fingers slide over the console’s buttons with a natural ease. Kai silently curses as he fails to beat the level - restarting the game again. His eyes never leave the screen, and your eyes never leave him.
A familiar feeling fills your chest. It’s the same feeling of love and adoration that you get every time you look at him. But with each time it’s always tinged with sadness. He’s your best friend and you’re utterly and irrevocably in love with him.

And for years it’s been like this. You can’t shake him and you’re scared that you never will. You’re scared that any man who’s willing to return your love will pale in comparison, because you know they will.
They’ll never be him. The space between your ears consistently echoes with every word he’s ever said to you - every compliment he’s given you. You imagine his taste while being unable to fall asleep. His smell has lingered on every one of your shirts that by just wearing them makes your heart clench, as if bees have replaced the butterflies in your stomach.

And as he sits, his swearing intermingled with a burst of virtual gun fire - you can’t help but replay in your head the time he told you he loved you. The time your world stopped spinning. Three simple words he spoke with shining brown eyes boring into yours. But you were foolish to think he meant it, because he was so drunk that on the stumbling journey to his apartment he told the doorman he loved him too. And when you asked him the next morning, he had no idea it occurred.

Suddenly he calls your name, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Do you want to order a pizza?” He asks, oblivious to what’s going on inside your brain.
And oblivious is how he’ll stay.
He’ll never know how much he means to you.
He says you’re just friends
And that’s all you’ll ever be.


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For obsessedmuchay
I took your request and went with whatever came out of my brain - the english literature student came out in me so it’s a little eloquently weird

(Why have my writings been so sad recently oops)

Back in the office after a week away, and I am still coughing, with no sign of the hot doctor, either. (He must be at Moat Studios all week?)  

I’m currently messaging back and forth with multiple people who have either just returned from London, are in London, or will be going to London. The rational side of me knows that there will be no trips to London in my future until (a) our house is sold and (b) Hugh is cast in something, but my inner 12 year old is feeling both jealous and impatient.

Thank God tomorrow is April, and this winter of our discontent is finally almost over.

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They will not have my dragons, Dany vowed. They will not.

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"My mind tells me that you wish to see your home again, and yet there is a part of you which calls for adventure. A wanderlust."
"Yes. Well, we’ll all go home someday."

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Mana Ashida, 2012 Vogue Japan

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