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Don't tag your hate.

when the the flickidy flick did i do that? :D

[Montauk - Part 3]

wine, cigarettes, and you –

moments.  

so what if the echoes of chronos run through my veins pumping nightmare fuel into my heart and so what if i’m made of things that are dark

in nature?

we can pretend the universe is not buried in the shadows where God can’t see no matter how bright that sun shines and how fresh this air is that we breathe

our galaxy is moving 515,000 miles per hour around a giant black hole with shark teeth and we stand here as pixels of consciousness –

grounded on our feet

praying to the dark sun and watching the black helicopters burn.  what if we are a string of unstable electrons in the nucleus of an experimental dimension bearing the consequences of it’s errors

at the mercy of a creator unwilling to accept defeat

moving between galaxy clusters and different dimensions –

seeking the original path of the divine source before it was hijacked and diverted by [classified]

our history is buried in the shadows and we’ve lost touch with who we truly are and we still find a reason to smile because even if the world collapses into nothing

we’ll still have each other.

Petition for all the Marvel actors to agree that whenever Scarlett gets a blatantly sexist question one of the Chrises just takes it instead.

You have my signature.

I’ve seen a lot of people complaining about how “everyone is so upset about Alan Rickman and David Bowie, why don’t they post more about all the ‘real people’ dying of cancer.” And I think this is a pretty good response. If you ever thought stories weren’t important, think about how actors and musicians reach something within you by creating stories or bringing them to life. Think about how they shape the way you see the world, challenge your expectations, and give you a window into a different perspective. Think about how they make you who you are. And then I think you have to realize, people aren’t sad because they’re superficial, soulless people who care more about celebrities than “normal people.” They’re sad because someone who helped make them who they are is gone.

Alan was my friend and so this is hard to write because I have just kissed him goodbye.
What I remember most in this moment of painful leave-taking is his humour, intelligence, wisdom, and kindness. His capacity to fell you with a look or lift you with a word.
That intransigence which made him the great artist that he was — his ineffable and cynical wit, the clarity with which he saw most things, including me, and the fact that he never spared me the view. I learned a lot from him.
He was the finest of actors and directors. I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do with his face next. I consider myself hugely privileged to have worked with him so many times and to have been directed by him.
He was the ultimate ally. In life, art and politics. I trusted him absolutely.
He was, above all things, a rare and unique human being and we shall not see his like again. - Emma Thompson on Alan Rickman (1946-2016)