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Hereâs the source, itâs from his biography âThe Good Neighborâ
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End tweet: ââŚI would probably be somewhere in the middleâ and like. WHAT.â
Hereâs the source, itâs from his biography âThe Good Neighborâ
COME THROUGH MS TWENTYBITEEN
Artistic parallels
Other actors: I lost 4 pound to play my character.
Timothee Chalamet: Oh, really? I learned italian, french, how to play piano and guitar and how to fuck a peach. But good for you.
âIâm going to tell you something that the writers didnât tell you: no one is going to look at you, broken and bleeding, and think that your destruction is beautiful. No one is going to come pick up the pieces of your heart lying on the ground and reassemble them back into a whole. The writers lied. Lied with their poems of bruised knuckles and blood in their teeth and pomegranate juice-stained tongues and stolen kisses under the covers. Liars. No-good liars. All of them. But let me tell you something else. None of them are holding the pen that writes your story. You are. So you and I, letâs write a happy ending. You are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to draw pictures on your arms with the razor in your bathroom. You are not going to romanticize the boy with pretty eyes and scrapes on his fists who doesnât remember your last name but slides his hands up your skirt every chance he gets. You are not going to romanticize trembling hands clutching a cigarette like itâs a lifeline and empty eyes staring blankly at the world around. You are not going to romanticize anything that brings you the blade back to your skin, the bottle back to your lips, the fingers back down your throat. Instead, you are going to romanticize the warm milk and cookies kind of love, the kind of love that can make you smile through the worst days. You are going to romanticize late night Skype calls with your closest friends in the world, gentle voices reminding you that everything is going to be okay, because it will. You are going to romanticize soft hugs and long car rides and cheek kisses and hazelnut coffee and singing along to throwback pop songs with your best friend and dancing in the rain and everything else that reminds you why life is worth living. And never forget: the writers lied to you. There is nothing beautiful about breaking. There is nothing beautiful about bleeding. No one can save you, but you can save yourself.â
â thereâs no beauty in the bleeding.
donât stop.
no oneâs watching you.
if you miss a note, you make sure to hit the next one. but keep going.
your song is important. your song is brilliant. keep going.
you sound beautiful.
âAnd I realized, that thereâs no other way to live life, but taking one step to move forward. That you cannot undo things no matter how many times you try to turn around, and look back. Because time doesnât run backwards, and we canât be forever stuck in the past.â
Letâs go, sweetie //ma.c.a
Had anyone ever asked you, âWas it difficult to be who you are?â. Then suddenly, you tried to remember how does it feel to try knowing oneself. How does it feel to try swimming in an unknown vast sea. Being aware that you might drown once you lose your own bearingâyour own rhythm. That you might witness either a wonderful paradise or the darkest remnants of a lone ship, once you try to dive and look for whatâs underneath.
Beneath your mind//ma.c.a
"i can feel myself get lost again. and i don't know if i get lost in a feeling or in the idea of something or if i maybe just get lost in you. and i don't know where that comes from. i was okay with what i felt. i knew which way to go and which way my feelings should turn. but that's the thing with feelings, they don't follow rules or expectations. i thought i could make them fall in line. forget about that unreasonable, ridiculous thing in my chest. but instead, it all got clenched. and i hate that pressure, that uneasiness, that came from all of it. i know, that now, nothing of what once caused "my feelings" is how it was anymore. cause i destroyed what made me feel for you because of how i make myself feel now. because of how i think. overthink. i can feel myself get lost again, but i don't think i get lost in a feeling or in the idea of something. and i don't think i get lost in you. you don't have the part of the villain in that story. or the part of the prince. i think, i get lost in myself. and in my ideas of something. and in trying to avoid or suppress my feelings, instead of dealing with them. that's what i do. that's what i always do. but i hope i don't mess up or weird things out. i don't think you even notice the way i changed around you. and thats good. but that's not the point. the point is that i notice. i notice all those little changes in how i act, i notice the second thoughts i have when you look at me and how things that once were easy now have such a stressing impact on me. and i don't want that. not for me. not for you. it used to be easy with you. and i need that back. nothing more nothing less. that's all i want, really. "
-feelingbluebcofyou
âI fall in love too much. Too easily. Just like that. The boy on the subway, flipping fingers through a copy of some Shakespeare drama or the one in tight kaki pants who covers my coffee the day I leave my wallet at home. The tallest guy in the office who talks about sports in the break room as I nod along. I fall in love with what they might be. Could be. The kind that slips his hand into my back pocket or calls me by my last name. Whoâs stricken every time I walk into the room. Astonished. I fall in love like this. With strangers and possibilities. With abandon, stupidity. With hope. I fall in love too much. Too easily. But maybe you do, too. Maybe we all do.â
â yourhandwrittenletter
i feel this
I SWEAR FALLONS FINAL SPEECH BEFORE THE FIRE WAS EVERYTHING LMAO. âTHIS IS HOW NEW DYNAstys ARE BORN⌠WELL WAY TO RUIN MY EXIT, ITâS LOCKEDâ LMFAO THAT SEASON FINALE WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE OH MY GOD IM OBSESSED WITH THIS SHOW. WHAT A FUCKING CLIFF HANGER YALL!!! I REALLY TRULY HAD MY DOUBTS WHEN IT FIRST PREMIERED BUT GODDAMN THIS IS JUST SO GOOD IT JUST KEPT GETTING BETTER AND BETTER. OMFG WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO CULHANE STEVEN ALEXIS AND CRISTAL FUCK!!!!!!???? WHO DID IT!!!!??? WHO IS THIS CRAZY KIRBY BITCH!!! DID SHE DO IT??? WHO PLAYS HER??? I CANT BELIEVE ALEXIS WENT BACK FOR CRISTAL THO!!! WOW GOOD FOR CLAUDIA HER PSYCHO ASS REALLY MADE IT THAT FAR LMAO BUT GODDAMN IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT. AND THOSE FINAL SHOTS OF THEM GETTING OUT OF THE BUILDING AND WATCHING IT GET ENGULFED IN FLAMES⌠THey were SO BEAUTIFUL AND SUSPENSEFUL⌠TRAGIC AND STRESSFUL BUT THE WAY THEY WERE SHOT LOOKED SO GREAT IM SO SHOOK WOW FUCK I NEED SEASON 2 NOW!!!! I AM A CARRINGTON. I NEED THIS MADNESS IN MY LIFE ALWAYS⌠I CANâT WAIT FOR THE SEASON 2 GLO UP.. EVERYONE IS ALREADY SO FUCKING FABULOUS BUT WE ALL KNOW WHEN THEY COME BACK AFTER THE FIRST SEASON THEY LOOK BETTER THAN EVER AND I LIVEEE FOR THAT!!!
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i donât understand homophobes
i seriously donât cause
how can
you not
see
how cute
this
is?
how do you not see
the LOVE
in their eyes?
homophobes disgust me
can you believe people can hate love
look
at
all
these cuties
who
deserve
the world?
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