Saoirse Ronan, photographed by Ben Rayner for Time Out New York, Feb 2016
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Saoirse Ronan, photographed by Ben Rayner for Time Out New York, Feb 2016
my favorite thing to do is not talk
i loved To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before
Wanna hear a sick tune I’ve been working on?
Absolutely. I already love it.
U know when ur hairs greasy and it makes u feel so so so bad about urself. And ur entire life. Everything is awful bc my hair is greasy
Natalie Dormer attends the Picnic at Hanging Rock screening and panel during the 2018 Tribeca Film Festival on April 28, 2018 in New York City.
tag yourself im 5
I’m a solid two.
Bangkok, Thailand - May 7 (via 爱拔桑在伦敦喝咖啡吃蛋糕卷)
I respect people who make bold choices, who take themselves out of their comfort zone, who challenge themselves in the roles they choose, whether that’s Vivien Leigh or Emily Blunt. I don’t have an icon. I’m Natalie Dormer, and I can’t have anyone else’s career besides Natalie Dormer’s. I learned to leave the green-eyed monster behind way back in my 20s because it’s destructive. Just do as you mean to be done by, and you can’t go too wrong. That might sound a bit wanky and bit romantic, but it’s not about being fluffy. I’m a realist.
why are boys/ men so emotionally inept and so unable to empathize or think about other people for like... longer than 2 seconds
me: *with tears literally running down my face* her name is noELLE
zendaya at the met gala makes me feel like i’m a princess of the crown in the 1400s and she’s one of the nights in my guard sworn to protect me and we’ve grown up together and secretly fallen in love but our romance is forbidden because i’ve been betrothed to a prince from a far off kingdom and we can only confess our love to each other in the royal garden by the light of the moon or in dark stone passage ways by candlelight
some days you’re just the squashed nutrigrain bar that exists at the bottom of every purse or bookbag