The Impossible Girl
Love is my religion.
I could die for that.
I could die for you.
Hey tumblr, it’s been awhile. Kinda can’t believe it but here I am. Still alive, not very well. But ya know. Surviving. Missed you all.
Matilda (1996), dir. Danny DeVito
hold up Danny DeVito directed the most influential film of my childhood?
Not only directed it but starred in it, took care of Mara Wilson (Matilda) while her mother was in hospital with cancer and even managed to get an advanced copy of the movie for her to watch before she succumbed to her illness. The man is a treasure.
The best story I’ve heard about the production of Matilda was:
The scene where Matilda was dancing around her living room making things fly around to the song “Little Bitty Pretty One” was very nerve-wracking for Mara. She told Danny that she was anxious to do the scene, and he said, “You know why? Because you’re the only one dancing! We just have to have everyone else dance too! Then it won’t be scary!”
So everyone–the crew, the rest of the cast, the people at the craft services table, everyone–danced along with the song, at Danny’s insistence. Apparently the only one who wasn’t doing the full on dance was the camera man, who just did a foot shuffle so the camera wouldn’t jiggle.
If that’s not the sweetest thing ever I don’t know what is.
(via dark-winter-snow)
So long and goodnight
I made myself believe you were good. You lifted me up in to this darkness thats created an addict. I was lonely but I was well. Now I’m withdrawing and I’d rather choose hell. It’s all too much to comprehend. The pain in my chest is only beginning. I’d say you’re lucky I don’t have a gun. But we both know carving is my fun. I hope you see me in your dreams because tonight will be the end of me.
Dear Cameron,
Love is my religion, I could die for that. I could die for you.
i-just-dont-understand-myself:
“I’m sorry for not talking much and always being the silent friend. It’s just that I’d been interrupted my whole life. Nobody had an interest in what I wanted to say. Nobody ever actually listened to my words, they were all just waiting eagerly for their time to talk. I was disregarded, I was always the one friend in the group, who wouldn’t be missed if I disappeared in the middle of a conversation. I was just there but never really included. I was overlooked my entire life, I kinda feel like a ghost, always there but never really seen. I’m not used to being listened to. I’m afraid and I get nervous as soon as somebody wants me to talk. You can’t change me, no one can. I’m so afraid of saying something wrong or stupid I’d rather say nothing at all. I’ll always be insecure, it’s been rammed into me since I was a kid. I am of no interest. And I will remain that way.”—
I wish I knew what I was doing. Part of me wants to jump right in and give you everything and the other part is telling me to run. Run far away from you. When I’m around you I feel so calm. But the further I get from you, I see how toxic you are. All of this anxiety you brought to me. I feel like a different person. I don’t even recognize myself when I look in the mirror. Who have I become?
“If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. If not, they aren’t worth your time.”— (via kaliforhnia)
