Vivien Leigh on the set of Gone With the Wind (1939)
What light. So breaks. Such east. Very sun. Wow, Juliet.
By the way… they’re real, and they’re spectacular. — Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
I hate computers and I miss all my friends that I don’t have time to see because of dumb computers and I’m not very good at this and why am I even doing this I CAN make money doing something that I actually like and am good at and I’m not sure if I’m very happy about some of the people I’ve been spending my time with recently and I miss Korean soap operas and running naked through the field on Beach street with ladies and if growing up means becoming jaded and unhappy and closed off then I don’t want any part of it. I’m tired of trying to be something I’m not.
In acting you are told that your “being” comes from 4 places. The Head, The Heart, The Stomach, The Groin. Acting from the groin, that it is all about taking action. To find something in your scene to fuck, to engage, to become a part of. Coming from the gut, what does that mean? It means to react, to listen, to be affected. To act from the heart, is to act with emotion. To act with emotion is to feel the words that you are saying. To act from your head is to get in touch with your inner Robot.
Words are the least important thing when it comes to communicating.
Everybody has an opinion, so every character you portray should have an opinion. You start with an opinion and eventually it grows into a philosophy. When in doubt talk about philosophy
The moment you step on that stage, YOU OWN IT, you are meant to be there and they were meant to watch you. That is the meaning of Stage Presence. Stage Presence is simply the confidence to be where you are. — Billy Merrit (Improv Master)
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ساکنان دریا بعد از مدتی صدای امواج دریا را نمی شنوند
چه تلخ است قصه ی عـــــــــــــادت
— Unknown (via likeafieldmouse)
After a while, the residents of the sea do not hear the sound of the waves. How bitter it is, the story of routine.
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And now we’re supposed to go back to our normal lives. That’s what people do. They have these amazing experiences with another person, and then they just go home and clean the bathroom or whatever. —
When It Happens (Susane Colasanti)
And I say, FUCK that bullshit.
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It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, “more like deer than human beings.” To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn. —
The Secret History (via piscula)
I love this quote
We shake with joy, we shake with
What a time they have, these two
housed as they are in the same
—Mary Oliver, “We Shake with Joy” in Evidence: Poems
To have loved
—Mary Oliver, from “Empty Branch in the Orchard” in Evidence: Poems
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute that glimpse of eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time. — Camus
Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive. — Joanne Harris, Chocolat (via showslow)
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
If you haven’t read this book, you are certainly missing out. (via demi-lovatoast)
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