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Montgomery Clift in The Misfits (1961)
No matter how much Arthur Miller, who wrote the script, may have denied he created Perce with Clift in mind, intentional or not, the evocation of a smashed face inevitably merged Perce with Clift, defining his character as wounded, vulnerable and “not quite right.” [x]
MEN OF TUMBLR I LOVE YOU
This just made my night. Thank you!!!!!!
I CANT BREATHE STOP
“I’ve been dead for seven years,” is probably the cleverest response to someone saying your hands are cold, ever.
NEVERMIND
my response to “you should see a doctor” 98% of the time is just “haha yeah probably” followed by me not seeing a doctor
maybe i should send you a bill for all my time you wasted
People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.
(via honeycocainn)
me: wakes up an hour early with more than enough time to shower and get ready
me: lies in bed until ten minutes before the time i have to leave
me: still debates whether i can get away with lying here for another five minutes
a preserved human heart in a leaden case, discovered in the medieval crypt of a church in Cork, Ireland and collected by General Pitt Rivers in the 1860s
Crowley has the best lines.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Jorge Luis Borges, After a While
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