Seriously. Good luck with the search.
Dave Skylark and the puppy.
I wouldn't usually do this but I just opened a fansite for Brit Marling at Brit-Marling.Org and it would be cool if you guys checked it out :)
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Rule number one of a good killer: make sure all the evidence is gone. Start with the limbs.
"An Englishman of noble birth, Edward was a young man with fine attainments. He was a scholar. He was a poet. Musician of rare ability. He had another face on the back of his head. Hideous as the devil. No one else could hear what it said, but it whispered to Edward incessantly of things only spoken in hell. He tried to kill it. Many times in many ways. But it wouldn’t die. He went mad. It was telling him to do things. Commanding him… Legend has it that even in death, the demon face was smiling."
They want to call us monsters? Fine, we’ll act like m o n s t e r s.
I’m a massive daydreamer. I’m constantly lost within my own fantasies and my own thoughts personally, and I think maybe that is sort of represented in what we do for a living, the fact that we make believe everything and we escape into these other characters for a living.
You know nothing about me. You and me…We are at war. I don’t see it like that. Then you see nothing.
"I don’t expect you to understand, blondie. I ― I like you. I do. But… but you’ll never understand this."
My parents believed a new asylum would bring hope to Gotham. Now that’s gone. Everything they worked for is now falling into the hands of criminals. Not everything. You’re alive. It’s not too late. Do you really believe that?
And here we have Ed’s reaction to a woman’s bones disintegrating as she slowly suffocates and dies from a mysterious drug right before his very eyes.




