suicideblonde:

Zoe Saldana (in Emanuel Ungaro)  and Marion Cotillard (in Antonio Berardi) at the Cannes Film Festival photocall for Blood Ties, May 20th

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#ahhhhh  

help I have lost control of my life/eating schedule/deadlines/commitments. It’s been a vortex of a week, elevated by lovely people and fun things, but punctured by entire days lost to writer’sblock/depression/somethingelse. let’s hope I can dig myself out for this monster of an 8th week. 

Even Stillness Breathes Softly Against a Brick Wall - Rehearsals (x)

You know I’m usually not attracted to actors. I make it something of a rule. But damn Joe Dempsie. Damn. 

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zombres:

All hail. Aspirations right here. 

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All this clear only in retrospect. Therefore: Be risky.

Grace Paley, quoted by Nell Freudenberg in an interview for The Believer (via leopoldgursky)

I have two MAJOR deadlines in the next seven to ten days. Ohhhh fuck. Not ready for this.

Also by thumbnail photo on tumblr is three yrs old. oops.

blackgirlrevolution:

Solange Knowles for Complex Magazine, June/July 2013 

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#Ahhhhh  

The Irish Americans got good jobs, and they even got into office - they became part of the communities. We tried to do that here in England but they didn’t want us. We were just the butt of the joke. We were stupid or drunk. We had to hide who we were. When I went to visit my sister in Chicago I wasn’t surprised that she had got involved in the civil rights movement, but one night we went to dinner with my cousins and they were being racist. They talked about black people the way the English talked about us. I told them they were being hypocrites. I was only sixteen but I couldn’t believe it. They didn’t really take much notice of what I said. Now you see the Irish in England do it too. There is a difference between the Irish Americans and the Irish in Britain, but there’s also a difference between the Irish that remember what it was like, and the Irish with big cars and houses that think they’re better than other immigrants.

I asked my Mum why she felt the culture of Irish Americans differed from that of the Irish in England and this was her answer. I thought it was kind of ace. (via titotansey)

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Anonymous asked: dean's men are jocks

Hehe. I’m not so much of a dean’s man these days, but this amuses me nonetheless. 

Anonymous asked: what are your summer plans?

I’m going to be an intern at WBEZ, working for a show called Sound Opinions. Which is basically like Car Talk but with music and musicians. It’s very different from anything I’ve ever done (well, not the intern part) but I’m excitedscared. 

thecuratorsprints:

Set of Constellation 

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It’s only worth being the first woman anything if at the point you stop being executive editor there are other women, hopefully lots of them, who are plausible candidates to be the second.

shout out to me for getting shit done this weekend.

And here is the good news nested inside the bad: Many of you, most of you, are about to make that journey. You will go from being the best-informed, most engaged students at one of the finest universities around to being the person who brings coffee to people, or a Steak n Shake waiter, as I once was. Whether you’re a basketball player or a pharmacist or a software designer, you’re about to be a rookie. Your parents’ long-asked questions—what exactly does one DO with a degree in anthropology—will become a matter of sudden and profound relevance. Your student loans will come due and you will need a very good answer for why exactly you went to college, which answer you will have a hard time coming by as you sit at your job, provided you are lucky enough to find a job, and suffer the indignity of people calling you by the wrong name or, if you are forced to wear a name tag, people calling you by the right name too often.

That is the true hero’s errand—strength to weakness. And because you went to college, you will be more alive to the experience, better able to contextualize it and maybe even find the joy and wonder hidden amid the dehumanizing drudgery.

John Green’s tumblr: The Commencement Address 

This is so great. I wish my speaker (can’t remember who he was, but he was bad) had told me these things.

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