On Fire Almost.

[eufobia]

“When you finally accept that it’s ok not to have answers and it’s ok not to be perfect, you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.”

[donydarko]

[books0977]

The Dance Lesson (c.1879). Edgar Degas (French, 1834-1917). Pastel and black chalk on three pieces of wove paper, joined together. Met.

Degas made various adjustments to this composition, presumably to accommodate the violinist in his final design. He added strips of paper at the top and to the right, and there is evidence to suggest that he may have altered the dancer’s pose. The work was formerly owned by Gustave Caillebotte, who probably bought soon after the Impressionist exhibition of 1879. In 1894 he bequeathed it to Renoir, who sold it shortly thereafter.

[hanyeri]

He said, basically, I’m only a good actress when I look attractive, and that my husband shouldn’t be allowed to direct me because he let me look hideous in this movie [Tammy]. And it was a lot of things and just like, kind of, “How dare women not look beautiful, perfect, and attractive in a movie.”

[larmoyante]

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

Miranda July, It Chooses You (via creatingaquietmind)

[npclaridad-blog-blog]

That’s what it’s all about, doors and sardines. Getting on, getting off. Getting the sardines on, getting the sardines off. That’s farce. That’s - that’s the theatre. That’s life.

Noises Off, Michael Frayn (via npclaridad)

[apoemaday]

Mockingbirds

by Mary Oliver

This morning two mockingbirds in the green field were spinning and tossing the white ribbons of their songs into the air. I had nothing better to do than listen. I mean this seriously. In Greece, a long time ago, an old couple opened their door to two strangers who were, it soon appeared, not men at all, but gods. It is my favorite story– how the old couple had almost nothing to give but their willingness to be attentive– but for this alone the gods loved them and blessed them– when they rose out of their mortal bodies, like a million particles of water from a fountain, the light swept into all the corners of the cottage, and the old couple, shaken with understanding, bowed down– but still they asked for nothing but the difficult life which they had already. And the gods smiled, as they vanished, clapping their great wings. Wherever it was I was supposed to be this morning– whatever it was I said I would be doing– I was standing at the edge of the field– I was hurrying through my own soul, opening its dark doors– I was leaning out; I was listening.

[severusnapers]

Helen McCrory behind the scenes of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1

[fuertecito]

Idris Elba, Interview Magazine (08/16) (x)

[caragh]

I would gladly follow Idris Elba to the pits of Hell if he hinted he wanted me there even half of one time.

[vintageeveryday]

Early morning on the River Thames, London, ca. 1930s.  

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

I like to write and draw and paint, and my mom’s an artist, so I think I get caught up in thinking, ‘I’m afraid it’s gonna be bad,’ and it’s hard for me to start sometimes.

[exeunt-pursued-by-a-bear]

Romantic ideas to win your crush's affection

Kill Claudio

[deanoru]

[that-doe-eyed-girl]

What a time to be alive.

[vanityfair]

[nprfreshair]

Meryl Streep spoke to Fresh Air today about singing for Stephen Sondheim in Into the Woods, and joyfully going off-key to play Florence Foster Jenkins. 

Here’s an interesting moment from the interview: 

On a biography — Her Again: Becoming Meryl Streep — that she didn’t want written

“I haven’t read it and I begged Michael [Schulman] — he’s a perfectly nice man — not to write it, because I find it’s hard enough to come fresh to an audience with each subsequent [role] — if I were retired or dead he’s welcome to excavate, but I was so afraid he’d talk about how the sausage is made or something, and it’s so unhelpful to have people doing the exegesis of your work while you’re still trying to do it!

I’m still trying to put one over on people and have them believe — believe — that I’m Florence Foster Jenkins. … I don’t think we have any control anymore about anything. I know what I do and what it means to me and where its sources lie, and that’s mine. It still is mine.”

Read more, or listen here. 

[uptional]

[themusicismymasterr]

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Hounds of Love - Kate Bush (Hounds of Love, 1985)

[poetsandwriters]

Notions of wonder and the inner life of smaller things is integral to what I do—not just to my work but to how I live. Within something really small can be something that is complete and that doesn’t need to be sized up in any way. I love little beating hearts. I love that they beat just as strongly as big ones. I am fascinated by things that could be crushed but continue to keep on going because I feel like that as well.

Jenny Slate (New York Times Magazine, 2016)