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HBO is releasing its Carrie Fisher documentary early in light of her passing and it’s chock full of amazing mother/daughter feels

The newest offering from HBO’s documentary wing is an unfortunately timely one. Bright Lights: Starring Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds was shot over a year in 2014 and 2015. The film covers the relationship between mother, daughter, and fame as Fisher films Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

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Oh dear.

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Coping

About a year ago, I was in a play where I just didn’t jive with the director at all, and I ended up losing most of my confidence due to my inability to shut that person out and shut my brain off. I got stuck in a state of self-loathing and extreme self-deprecation, and my confidence was rock bottom. A lot of my relationships suffered because of this....family, my boyfriend, my best friends, my acquaintances. I just buried myself in work and accepting that I would never truly like myself again. I know this sounds super dramatic, but I truly could not pull myself out of the dark places in my head. My laugh changed, I was never really happy or satisfied with any of my accomplishments, and I just really didn’t care that much for life in general. I could manage it, of course, but I truly couldn’t give two shits about it. 

Several months ago, I auditioned for my college’s production of Macbeth, and to my complete surprise, I got the part of Lady Macbeth. The play ended a  couple of weeks ago, and that character still hasn’t left my side. Doing that play nine times in five days was incredibly draining, but man, oh man, did it save me. I have never felt so deeply connected to a character. Murder aside, when it comes down to it, she is merely an incredibly strong woman who loves her husband and wants to see him (and herself, as a byproduct) at his fullest potential (of course, she doesn’t go about it the right way....buuuut). And when she sees what that horribleness has done to her love, she slowly falls to pieces. Her mad scene was so incredibly painful for me at first because I understood it all too well. Of course, I wasn’t talking to mirages Blue Jasmine-style, but I was being constantly haunted by reels of footage from real life on a continuous loop in my head: awkward moments, moments of failure, moments of weakness, moments of darkness, moments of sadness, moments of embarrassment, moments that evoked guilt, etc. I always said that my parents never needed to punish me because conscience was so overbearing. That was punishment enough. I realized through her, though, that all of this suffering was 100% self-inflicted. And, of course, I can’t entirely eliminate my anxiety, but I can help reduce it. I can start to pull myself out of my own nightmares and wake up. WHAT’S DONE IS DONE! But instead of giving up, I can drum up that confidence, that twinkle, and a hint of that ambition, and move on. CONTINUE TO LIVE. When I feel myself falling into a slump, I feel her grab at my spine and yank me up. I feel a powerful surge of confidence radiate through my body where there once was none for so long. It has been  a little over two weeks, and I am still immersed into her. Not all of the time, but I certainly feel her presence within me and around me multiple times throughout the day. They say Macbeth is the cursed play, but it has only made me stronger. I never thought I would say this (because I feel so lame), but Lady Macbeth saved my life, my friendships, and, most importantly, my relationship with one of the most amazing human beings on the face of this planet. Thank you, William. Thank you.

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I was recently sent Sally Hansen’s Airbrush Legs complimentary of Influenster for reviewing purposes.

This product guarantees smooth, instant coverage while avoiding the sun and tanning beds! Sounds like a dream for this basement movie watcher!  After applying the product, I noticed how evenly it went on. The ‘makeup,’ itself, has the same properties as foundation. However, it hardly made my legs look any tanner. 

If I tried this product again in the summer, I would most likely purchase the medium shade because of the tan I had already acquired (when I took the survey for this, I selected “light,” so the color mis-match was my own fault). But for my ghostly pale winter months...? I will definitely be giving the light shade another go! Overall, it’s a wonderful product. Giving it a try, my fellow non-tanners!

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Zuhair Murad - In Case you missed the 5 meter long cathedral train, embellished with floral appliques and silk thread embroidery … Here’s a clear shot two days before the show.

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You is kind you is smart you is important ❤️

Thank you, friend. :) <3 

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His pale flabby face seemed from day to day to lose its outline to become a white blank wall with a pale network of veins, like lines on an old map occasionally stirred by the fading memories of a stormy and wasted life

Bruno Schulz, “August,” The Streets of Crocodiles

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I’m sorry that my tumblr has recently become this “liz vomits out her emotions” blog but oh well. Too bad. 

Recently, I've started to notice that I’m always the one going above and beyond to help other people out, to make sure they are okay and good, and to make other people happy. And I’m not upset about that. I like helping other people, and I like it when those I love are happy. I love it, really. I don’t want that to change, and I usually just perceive my actions as normal/how people should act/nothing special. However, I feel like I’m always the one doing this for others, and even the people I care about most are so distant and self-involved. I just need someone to say, “Liz, how are you? Are you okay?” or tell me I’m beautiful or great or something, anything. I just need something, someone, and I don’t have that. I get myself so concerned with how other people are doing that I completely ignore my own needs, wants, and aspirations, and if I have to make a huge change in my life to stop that from happening, then so be it. I really can’t afford to do this anymore. It’s too mentally taxing and emotionally draining. I need to surround myself with people who genuinely care about me, regardless of how much they love me and I love them.

And I get that everyone’s busy with their own schooling and lives and problems, and I’m not trying to minimize any of that, but it’s like.....please please please just stop and help me. Please. I would do it for you in a heartbeat. 

And it’s at a point where there is really only one person (who I see regularly anyway) that can tell when I am not okay and cares enough to ask and try to help and doesn’t get upset that I am about to cry or freak out or whatever. She gets it, she’s seen it before. It’s just how I am...I work myself into these things and can’t seem to get out of them. And she’s the best friend a gal could have, and I am so grateful.

I just have no idea how to remedy this. Maybe it’s not really a problem, and I’m just too into my own head to see the light. That’s pretty possible.

On top of that, though, my anxiety has been through the roof, and of course, I keep trying to distract myself from the fact that I am overwhelmed with anxiety by pestering my friends and loved ones....asking them what they are doing, how they are doing, whatever....any tiny amount of small talk that my brain can conjure up....something just small enough that can spark a conversation and hopefully rid me of my demons. And that sucks because I know that I am genuinely bothering these people, and that most of these people also don’t know that I am trying to make small talk to ease my brain and body and heart and lungs. And that’s okay....but it still sucks. 

And it’s finals week...wonderful timing. I just want to curl up into a ball and cry until my eyes sting and I have cottonmouth, but that’s not an option right now. I have tomorrow off, but I need to finish (aka write the entirety of) my final paper for my absurd literature class and squeeze in study time for my cumulative physics final. 

Yet all I want to do is make small talk and hear “I love you” and “you’re beautiful” and “I miss you” and “how are you” and be distracted and be happy and be like everything used to be. 

Tonight is just so bad. I can’t catch my breath, I can’t stop shaking, I can’t stop crying, and my brain can’t dig past any of this rubble. 

I just need a person, and I don’t have one right now, so I’m writing this in hopes of some cathartic effect to take place after hitting that taunting blue “post” button. 

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YSL Mascara beauty review

It's review time again! I received Yves Saint Laurent's Mascara Volume Effet Faux Cils complimentary of Influenster for reviewing purposes. The redesigned serum is silky and doesn't clump, and it smells amazing! Plus, the tube alone is an adorable accessory. I'm not going to say it's my new go-to mascara, but it's definitely unique and worth a try. With a couple of coats, it stacks up pretty well next to other mascara favorites from Too Faced and Urban Decay.

Overall beauty rating: 3.5/5 

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Meet The Blogger: [8/8] Romantic/Platonic Relationships ↣ Han Solo & Princess Leia

I love you.

I know.

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“You know my ex-wife, Cate Blanchett.”

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Cate Blanchett || “Cinderella” Press Conference

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Persephone Pomegranate Pendant

Hades’s unwilling wife, goddess of spring growth, and queen of the Underworld. For ages, pomegranates have symbolized love, fertility, and abundance. Sold on Etsy.

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”Close your, close your, close your eyes No more broken hearts We’re better off apart let’s give it a try Tell me, tell me, tell me lies Tell me lies Tell me sweet little lies”