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i think i am finally clean
Paul McCartney at home, 2018
Photographed by Mary McCartney
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is he holding the phone upside down
90th Academy Awards Best Original Screenplay winner:
Get Out (2017) Jordan Peele
Bali, 2017
To all those going through your “my castle crumbled overnight” phase, please hold on because you will eventually get to your “I’m doing better than I ever was” phase and all the heartache will be absolutely worth it when you get there!
Ya van 7 meses del año y lo único que he hecho es comer, dormir y llorar.
“El amor no es abrazos, besos o sexo; eso es deseo. El amor es contarle tu día, exponerle tus miedos, mostrarle lo tontito y frágil que puedes ser sin temor a que se burle o lo use en tu contra.”
— B-P (via biblioteca-prohibida)
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El amor es confianza, paz.
On the set of The Man Who Fell to Earth.
Photography David James / Courtesy of Taschen
America. They want someone to love, but they want someone to hate. And they want it easy. What’s easy? The haters always say, “Tonya, tell the truth!” There’s no such thing as truth. I mean, it’s bullshit! Everyone has their own truth. Life just does whatever the fuck it wants. That’s the story of my life, and that’s the fucking truth!
“If I told you about her, what would I say? That they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love? That they remained in love? I’m sure that’s true. But when I think of her, of Elisa, the only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love hundreds of years ago. ‘Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart. For you are everywhere.’”