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(7:22 am) Did you see
the casting news yet? For Boy Who Lived?
(8:15 am) fuck off its
(8:16 am) Ronald.
(8:17 am) unless they
chose to go with an actual fucking cgi flamingo i dont give a shit right now
and it can wait until tomorrow
(8:19 am) It really
can’t. Harry’s going to fire you when he finds out.
(8:19 am) ??????? get
ur blasphemous ass back to church no he’s not
(8:20 am) Yes, he is.
It was YOUR idea to scrap the chemistry test.
(8:23 am) omg what is
ur DAMAGE chemistry tests r dumb af harry hates them
(8:24 am) And sometimes
you have to act as his AGENT, not his best friend, and advise him to do the
things he hates, Ronald. Like chemistry tests.
(8:25 am) thx for the
fortune cookie fun fact i’ll pass it on to harry’s latest oscar nom ok
(8:29 am) Check
Variety. They reported on the casting this morning. There was a “leak” at the
(8:32 am) harrys gonna
fucking fire me ur right
Hollywood star tapped for female lead in Paramount’s Boy Who Lived
October 11, 2016. Los
Well, it’s official.
Seemingly permanent tabloid staple Pansy Parkinson (Hurricane Hollywood; The Hottie and the
Nottie), better known for her outrageous late-night party antics than she
is for her acting prowess, has been cast as Harry Potter’s (Under the Stairs) on-screen love interest for the futuristic
dystopian thriller, Boy Who Lived,
slated for release by Paramount sometime in Summer 2018. While Parkinson has
been persistently vocal about her desire to make the transition from her
Cristal throne in Vegas to the slightly more respectable silver screen, this
will be her first role in a major motion picture.
That time Jack “Art isn’t just for Lardo” Zimmermann decided to check out an art installation by himself and ended up covered in pink fuzz the rest of the night. Lmao! Look at his left shoulder and arm!!! (Read the tweets from bottom to top)
“They’re just kids now, and I got to decide whether the boy lives or the girl lives. If I was one of these kids, with my family, where I came from, I wouldn’t have bet on me. I I would have looked in my crystal ball and seen a druggie or a burnout or I would not have seen me as the guy who make the decisions. I would not have seen that coming.”
i. as a child i learned there were two kinds of cries - the regular-people-cry and my mother’s kind, the kind that comes from the soul, that rips through bones and shatters walls, that makes you want to shed your skin and disappear. i learned that the first kind is a good kind - you can comfort, you can help, but the second kind, the second kind leaves you feeling helpless - there is nothing you can do to stop the wailing, nothing you can do to ease the pain, nothing you can do to help her breathe in the air. the second kind is how i grew up.
ii. have you ever walked into your house afraid you’d see a body dangling from the ceiling? i hope you never do.
iii. i started cutting at 13. before my first kiss. before my first drink. before the first cigarette i smoked, before i ever fell in love with a boy. i started cutting before i ever got a chance to live.
iv. sometimes i can’t breathe.
v. sometimes i can’t breathe and sometimes i cry and sometimes it’s the first kind, but see, sometimes it’s the second kind and it feels like the world is collapsing inside my lungs. it feels like there is too much - too much pain and loneliness and love and desire. it feels like my skin is too thin and i feel pain even from the softest breeze.
vi. i get sad so incredibly easily. i get sad and i don’t know how to fix it. i get sad, and lately, i’m tired of trying to fix it.
vii. when i say i don’t think i’ll make it past 25 you laugh, because who says that and means it, especially on sunny mornings when nothing is wrong and nothing hurts and we’re together and i love you. who counts their own life down like that when there’s sun and babies who laugh and kitten videos on youtube?
viii. when i say i don't want to get married you think it’s a feminist stance, it’s a front, but it’s not, really, it’s not. it’s me loving you too much to make you listen to the second kind of cries for the rest of your life.
ix. when i say i don’t want a family it’s not because i don’t like kids, it’s because i love them and i don't want mine to ever feel helpless or insufficient. i don’t want my children to ever look at the floor when they come home, afraid they’ll see crimson splattered on the white walls. i don’t want pain for them, because see, life is hard already, and life will damage them anyway, and i don’t want to break them beyond repair before they can know their own happiness.
marina v., i had my funeral planned out since i was 16.