2. Copy and paste script cutting #rebel #directing #theatre

  3. AND - breathe

  4. deademulsion:

    Mosh at the Hollywood Roosevelt hotel by Tomi Knox

    Fuji Instax

    (Source: ngaunt, via formykittycat)


  5. "Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."
    — Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via larmoyante)

    Always reblog

    (via lapetitemandarine)

  6. amybatfriend:

    this is literally how I sext though

    Only worse

    (Source: boho-barbiess)


  8. Goodbye #5

    40 days of all over again,
    Father keeps filling my glass
    and this concrete love of kinsfolk
    makes me forgetful, my weeping
    in the kitchen calls them all
    forth, quick upon me and love is
    here and I can eat it morning,
    noon, night, like the queen of
    the sunshine brigade, I want,
    hunt, taunt your eyes to shine,
    my phone ringing an unknown number
    it’s you(!)
    your calling card, comes leaping
    up into my throat, hope, I answer
    in readiness to be bestowed with
    sharp-cutting light, instead
    an automaton woman asking me
    press 1, 2, 3, 4, you’re just
    another body waiting in line
    to be deceived and I -
    go back to, getting used to,
    goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

  9. ohrobbybaby:

    Easter Parade (1948)

  12. in need of sweetness


  13. The sound of footsteps.

    Tara stands bolt upright, rushes over to Sasha and puts the blanket across his lap. It is Dmitri.

    He stomps on as if his boots are weighed down with snow. He stops. Tara stands five metres from him, dead on. They wait in tension. She runs at him and he catches her and swings her about joyfully. It seems like a routine that has evolved between them for some time and still holds excitement.

    Dmitri - Moya! Moya! Moya! ('Moya' is the female form of 'my' in Russian. He kisses her face feverishly)

    Tara - Oh! Your face is so cold!

    Dmitri- How are you, my queen?

    She does not speak, but rather pulls his head down to hers and places her hands on his cheeks, then begins to kiss each square inch of his face slowly and with almost religious concentration. 

    He allows this for a moment before unlocking himself from the embrace and moving away. Tara stays where she is.

  14. Saturday angst


  15. essay, essay, essay

    (distraction, shoes, red shoes, sale on shoes, shoes for my friend’s wedding, blue, pastel? too high? too slutty? expensive, stop looking at designer shoes, Laura, you disgust me, back to - )

    essay, essay, essay