Festive potato prints!
Best wishes for the holidays everybody
Why do i get so flustered around cute boys? It’s like i forget that all men are beneath me
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it really bugs me when women apologize cuz they think they’re being creepy. 9x out of 10 you’re not being creepy you’re being adorable & sweet & giving a genuine compliment. men are creepy they should be apologizing for being creepy & YET THEY NEVER DO how about that.
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I didn’t kill myself
when things went wrong
I didn’t turn
to drugs or teaching
I tried to sleep
but when I couldn’t sleep
I learned to write
I learned to write
what might be read
on nights like this
by one like me — Leonard Cohen, from “The Only Poem”
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You may fantasize about an ex-lover returning, appearing at your doorstep bags in hand, ready to pick up the broken fragments of the past and start anew. But sometimes, a fantasy is just a fantasy and should remain as such—for if it were to become a reality, that would be an entirely different beast of its own. And in Neil LaBute’s latest biting bit of cinematic theater, we see him return to the roots that we know and love, presenting us with a lipstick-stained and sexually-charged verbal squash match between the sexes.
Starring the always wonderful Stanley Tucci and Alice Eve (in a truly revelatory performance), Some Velvet Morningfollows what happens when Fred (Tucci) waltzes up to the doorstep of Velvet’s (Eve) home—after not having seen her in four years—to announce he’s left his wife and is finally ready to confront his love for her and be together. And while that all seems well and romantic—a tender love story this is not. Both surprised and slightly frightened by Fred’s presence, and the quiet menace and possessive aggression that brings, Velvet tries to thwart his advances and although claims to be late for a lunch date, seems to be operating on a Bunuelian time table for leaving the house (she never does).
And working in the realm LaBute does best, the rough-tongued portrait of strange love unfolds into a dark place that both emotionally engages you in their conversational rally and shocks you with its potency, while providing a perfect vehicle for his actors to play. A few weeks back, I got the chance to sit down with Tucci and Eve to discuss the collaborative nature of working with LaBute, the physical and emotional strain of acting, and the hazy line between fantasy and reality.
Stanley Tucci and Alice Eve on Their Ferocious Performances in Neil LaBute’s ‘Some Velvet Morning’
this sounds like something i need to see more than anything else.
can you please pass me a jug of winter light?
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Introverts are collectors of thoughts, and solitude is where the collection is curated and rearranged to make sense of the present and future. — Laurie Helgoe
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