— you haven’t healed, i can tell from how cruel you are (insp)
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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— you haven’t healed, i can tell from how cruel you are (insp)
I’m sorry
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
Adoro “Marmot sings Mozart’s Queen of the night aria”
this made me laugh for a solid minute
for the love of fuck.
I’m dead
I watched it like 7 times
David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson on Jimmy Kimmel Live! (January 12, 2016)
Do you still believe?
Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully in the upcoming season of the X Files.
im willing to suspend disbelief and watch 70 year old harrison ford play han solo before im willing to watch the guy from the fault in our stars in another movie
Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark, 1981
So Kazuho Official Fan Club 2016 [x]
Gillian Anderson At InStyle And Warner Bros. Golden Globe Awards after party
Gillian Anderson photographed by Matt Holyoak.
Let me tell you about the sheer brilliance that is Meryl Streep and her creation of Miranda Priestly.
Ask any young woman what her favourite film of Meryl’s would be, and I’m quite certain that The Devil Wears Prada would come up in conversation, favourite or not. And it may seem like a generic answer: oh, a film about fashion, so obviously women would identify with it. No, that’s not it. This film isn’t about fashion. This film, as Meryl says, “is a story about a woman at the head of a corporate ladder who’s misunderstood, who’s motives and pressures on her are intense and who doesn’t have time to play certain nice games.”
And though screentime and first bill casting can indicate that Andrea Sachs is the main character, who are you really left thinking about at the end of the film?
Miranda Priestly — the woman who was written as a fictional equivalent to Anna Wintour from the novelist Lauren Weisberger’s experience as her assistant — in the novel was a raging, two-dimensional boss from Hell written only to antagonize and complicate the lives of her employees with impossible standards and even more impossible demands. She was expected to resemble Vogue’s editor-in-chief (Miranda’s office in the film a near replica of Anna’s), so imagine everyone’s fucking surprise the first day Meryl showed up on set wearing an untested wig white as snow, with a voice that never raised, where the most deadly delivery was a whisper.
But this scene on the right, this scene that hadn’t existed until Meryl went and thought, “wait a minute, there’s an imbalance of character here…” so she brought it to light and this was written. Sparingly, as it was said, yet one of the very few scenes to be altered in the entire film. This is how it went: Meryl showed up to the scene without any make-up. She walked in, didn’t talk to anybody, sat down and did it, got up and left, went downstairs and waited. She did this scene once.
Once.
Once.
And the thing is, this wasn’t meant for you to suddenly cheer for Miranda; it was to show you that she was human and that her success came with a costly price that hurt her the most. She thawed the Snow Queen, extinguished the flames of the fiery boss from Hell and gave her what she never had on paper: substance.
If completely reinventing a character from a subpar novel by giving her actual character and successfully distinguishing her from the woman she was based on isn’t considered pure talent, then I don’t know what is.
“‘General.’ To me, she’s royalty.”
“Yeah, but don’t call her Princess,” Poe told him. “Not to her face. She doesn’t like it anymore. Really doesn’t like it.”
me: *excitedly tells friend something*
friend: ahh nice
me: Enthusiasm deficiency of 8.7376% detected. If you hate me so much just say so
You are not starting a gang called the Rooks.
THIS IS THE TIGHTEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN