Louis C.K. just described me in one of his sketches.
“In Jane Campion’s tense and stellar detective mystery, Moss is equal parts fierce and wounded. Never more so than during a scene at her hometown bar when she confronts a dirtbag who raped her years ago. First she’s flirtatious, willing the sod to drop his guard, and then she smashes a glass on him, letting loose a guttural howl of rage. It’s a primal, perfectly calibrated performance, and one that proves Moss is so much more than our beloved Peggy on Mad Men.”
EW’s “Emmys: 15 Actresses We’re Rooting For”: Elisabeth Moss, Top of the Lake
Oscar Wilde’s grave in Paris, before the glass wall went up to prevent future tourists from kissing his grave
The inscription on his grave reads:
“And alien tears will fill for him
Pity’s long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.”
LUCIUS IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
(Reblogged from mediumawareness)
I hate my illnes and i want to control it.
(Reblogged from psychology2010)
one of my favorite poems by Charles Bukowski
