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Macabre sculptures by Maria Rubinke.
I think these have got to be some of my favorite art pieces of all time.
Jack Nicholson, who played the Joker in 1989 - and who was furious he wasn’t consulted about the creepy role - offered a cryptic comment when told Ledger was dead.
“Well,” Nicholson told reporters in London early Wednesday, “I warned him.”
That last quote gave me chills
Really? Interesting if true
I read something that said he told him not to do it. Joker is one of, if not the, most sadistic villains. He kills to kill. There’s no method. Which is why all of the previous portrails were campy or jokey.
There is no way you can portray a character like that and not bring home even the smallest bits of it. It’s kind of sad. The Joker was scary as shit, and I honestly believe that getting into that character messed with his head.
It would be really interesting to see the notebook Ledger kept while working up the character, maybe it did mess with his head.. and that quote is something to think about, if true.
Heath Ledger was hugely affected by this role. Nicholson did warn him against it. To prepare, Ledger spent vast amount of time alone and kept a production diary as mentioned above. The last thing he wrote in his diary was BYE BYE.
Ledger talked about his inability to fall asleep and how even with two ambien he barely slept at night. As is widely known, Ledger died of an overdose. Some say it was accidental while others believe he was a partier… The drugs he died of were meant for insonima, anxiety, pain, and a cold and none were taken in excess. Heath was a troubled man after his role as the joker, but no one can deny he played that role better than anyone ever had or ever will. The sadness of the situation aside, this is an amazing photo of the jokers.
“The Most Beautiful Suicide” 23 year old Evelyn McHale, of Long Island, became engaged in early 1947. On April 30th, she took the train to Easton, PA to spend her fiance’s birthday with him at his college dorm. They planned to be married that June. She boarded a 7:00 AM train back to New York the following morning but never did make it home. Upon her arrival in New York City, she checked into the Governor Clinton Hotel on 31st Street, where she composed a note, and tucked it into her purse. From there, she went to the 86th floor observation deck of the Empire State Building. Just before 10:30 am, on May 1, she calmly, and neatly, folder her coat, placing it against the guard railing alongside her purse and her makeup bag. She then flung herself off the building, falling more than 1,000 feet and landing squarely on the roof of a 1947 Cadillac parked on the street below. The note that Evelyn left in her purse read: “I don’t want anyone in or out of my family to see any part of me. Could you destroy my body by cremation? I beg of you and my family – don’t have any service for me or remembrance for me. My fiance asked me to marry him in June. I don’t think I would make a good wife for anybody. He is much better off without me. Tell my father, I have too many of my mother’s tendencies.” Ironically, for someone who wanted to throw herself into obscurity, never to be remembered, a nearby photographer captured this image within minutes of her demise, and by the following week it appeared as a full page print in Life Magazine. The image of her lifeless body lying gracefully, and peacefully, atop the wreckage, immortalized forever. Sometimes you can simply never get what is that you want in life, even in death.
heard some non-savory comments from my family about my dear ball python so i was inspired to make some little psa’s about snakes!!! they are our scaly friends do not harm noodles —> buy here as stickers or w/e you want!! also if you wanna use it on your blog feel free but pls credit me thank u \m/
Ball Pythons are like the chillest animal in existence I don’t even know how people can be scared or hateful towards them.
#WomenBetrayed is trending, so I thought I’d post this in response.
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More of me.
There are millions of thoughts inside my head, and it is like each thought is actually different person. So, I am very crowded inside. Sometimes, the thoughts are too powerful and I feel my mind is melting. I tried to express this feeling through pen.
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Hi! I used to do photography, i THINK we may have at some point we may have talked about shooting? maybe not. Regardless, if you're still modeling and interested in shooting with meh, lemme know :) ALSO, i was in your shop in hampton about half a year ago, recognized you from MM. I also recognized my friend Asphyxia on the cover of a product and it made me laugh. haha <- like that.
Hey! Sorry it's taken so long to respond, I got a new phone and I just forgot to download the tumblr app. We had talked before! I'd love to meet up and collaborate. Are you in Richmond? I still do some modeling, mostly acting, but I'd love to work with you!
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Clap your hands if you’re actually low key mentally ill as fuck and can hardly handle anything and you feeling like no one actually likes you at all and all you wanna do is sleep your life away
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