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Jupiter and four of its moons, next to Crescent Moon. (Source)
natalie portman radiates such a terrifying energy i can’t describe it….. it’s not exactly evil but it’s not warm either…. i feel like she could unhinge her jaw and drag me into the ocean like a kraken but she wouldn’t bc it’s undignified
Wanna know why?
“Oscar-winning actress Natalie Portman told the crowd at Saturday’s Women’s March in downtown Los Angeles that she experienced what she calls “sexual terrorism” as a 13-year-old after the release of the film The Professional.
Portman described her pride and excitement in releasing the film, only to encounter sexually explicit messages both directed toward her and made about her.
”I excitedly opened my first fan mail to read a rape fantasy that a man had written me,” she recalled. “A countdown was started on my local radio show to my 18th birthday, euphemistically the date that I would be legal to sleep with. Movie reviewers talked about my budding breasts in reviews.”
The experience, she said, changed the way she expressed herself publicly, in order to limit the ways she could be objectified by others.
”I understood very quickly, even as a 13-year-old, that if I were to express myself sexually, I would feel unsafe,” she said. “And that men would feel entitled to discuss and objectify my body to my great discomfort. So I quickly adjusted my behavior. I rejected any role that even had a kissing scene and talked about that choice deliberately in interviews. I emphasized how bookish I was and how serious I was. And I cultivated an elegant way of dressing. I built a reputation for basically being prudish, conservative, nerdy, serious, in an attempt to feel that my body was safe and that my voice would be listened to.”
Video of the speech here: https://www.vox.com/2018/1/21/16917130/natalie-portman-womens-march
I support Natalie Portman unhinging her jaw and dragging every last man who made her feel this way into the deep like a kraken.
I am so, so lonely.
I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Even if it is a secret, and I can’t grip your hips and shirt the way I do in my daydreams. Even if I can only imagine sinking my teeth into your waist, in the soft spot above where it gets personal. Even if our adventures take place when the moon is high and cease when she sleeps. That’s ok, because I know tonight I’ll be able to take off my clothes and you’ll take off yours and we’ll soul fuck eachother through a phone screen.
I want to fuck your goddamn brain
Goddamn, just your name on my screen is enough to get me through my day. No matter what else is happening.
I have left little up to your imagination. Please understand that you haven’t dug deep enough.
I don’t remember the moment when I fell in love with you. I don’t believe there was an exact second when things changed. From the beginning, I set off in a stumbling sprint chasing after you. Nothing I ever expected to want, but you happened to be everything the “me” in me could ever dream of. I had no idea. I think I loved you the whole time. I decided to be on your side from the very first. Even now, you aren’t mine, but you act like mine. Though you go home to her at night. You creep out of bed around 3 or 4, the sky still black and the world resting. Except for us two. There is no resting when I know you’re awake thinking of me. And in the dead of night, when I see your name appear on my phone by my bed, my heart leaps from my chest. And my soul from my body. Because I still cry when I think of how much I love you. It’s the only way I know to tell the world. I cry, because I feel you from every distance. And all I want is to find my face in your neck and your arms around my body, hands tangled in my hair again. Until next time.
Vines
Everything reminds me of you.
The breeze
A flower
A song on the radio that I sing out to you
Hoping you’ll hear me wherever you are and know
I mean every syllable that falls from my lips
You’ve grown within me
Your vines entangling my insides
I suppose that’s the lovely feeling
I get in my belly when I think of you
Found this tonight. I've been screaming this at myself for as long as I can remember. But yet, I still feel like a mannequin who I dress up to look the part. I don't know the "ME" who I need to know in order to just be me.
There is a new light in my eyes; a new fire has grown in my soul since I met you.
I mustn't wake up, for the light offers me nothing.
This is a new world I've entered; I'm thriving on its darkness.
Clocks
Everything before you is irrelevant. You changed my time and space. You wound my clocks back so that your essence fills every memory I’ve ever had.
Destruction
There is nothing as awful as knowing you can't win. That no matter what you do or say, it hurts someone you love. And you don't even mean to. It's just who you are. Destruction.
I keep hoping you'll show up at my door. You'll knock, I'll answer and pull you inside. And the rest can be our secret.
I can see now that you weren’t meant to love me; you were meant to teach me a lesson.