Cary Grant & James Stewart
in The Philadelphia Story (1940)

"June 16th, track nine, six month from now at 06.00 night. ""December?" "Yeah December 16th "
Before Sunrise (1995) , dir. Richard Linklater
I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away. Before Sunrise (1995) dir. Richard Linklater
You know, there’s a few things I’ve always wanted to say to you, but out of respect for my friend Rory here, I’ve refrained. However, the circumstances seem to have changed.
And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.
The irony of the doctor signing you off sick with stress, during mental health awareness week.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists (via wnq-writers)
Ok so
I have a disease where my body produces cells that grow in the wrong place. They grow on my bowels and intestines. This causes severe pain, chronic fatigue, dizziness and lightheartedness, infertility, hormonal issues, and other symptoms that impact my life on a daily basis.
In just that context it sounds serious.
But when I give it condition its proper name–endometriosis–people roll their eyes. People say “oh it’s just a period, everyone with a uterus has to deal with periods, periods suck, toughen up.” People insult me when I say I can’t get out of bed I can’t stand up or keep food down or function.
Endometriosis is serious. It’s debilitating. It’s not just “a bad period.” Please don’t make people with endometriosis feel like they have to justify their symptoms. Please understand the awful reality of this condition
Netflix and chill? More like Netflix and pain pills.
“The Man Who Sold The World” | David Bowie
All i wanted for Christmas was for my uterus to stop plotting to kill me.