Wednesday, July 30th 2014
I use notebooks. Field Notes, mostly. I’ve tried making notes on my phone, and it’s fine for some time-sensitive reminders, but for development and that certain writer’s form of “thinking out loud,” nothing works better for me than making marks on paper. I am trained to not be able to fully apprehend a thought until it’s in front of me. Which, yes, is a faintly ridiculous way to live, I know.…
Sophie Turner portrait session at San Diego Comic-Con (2014)
I believed that part of being a high schooler, universally, meant that by the time you graduated you wanted to be a movie director. Obviously, this was far more isolated than I understood it be at the time. I realize now that we all felt this way because:
1) we grew in Los Angeles
2) we were sophmores in 1999. we couldn’t drive, we walked to the movies, rode our BMXs, nagged our parents to take us. And every weekend for over a year there was some amazing movie out. A mini golden era that was gone by 2003. Some of the movies haven’t aged well and I’ve out grown a lot of them. But Magnolia, Three Kings, American Beauty, Fight Club, Office Space, The Matrix, Talented Mr. Ripley, South Park. EVERY FUCKING WEEKEND was some triumph of voice and visuals. No wonder, NO WONDER we all believed we could have the magic, it seemed to be everywhere.
Pedro Pascal watching Oberyn’s death scene with fans at SDCC (x)
Ne, Ne, by 追川うそ
This makes me weepy every time I see it.
MONSTER DUDE LOVES HER SO MUCH!!