i shall conquer this
Pam, Australia.

so i guess this is kinda personal

I also run
rhubarbswing,
austenchanted,
brandomarlons+
cinemove.

basement fighter(s)
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Jessica Chastain photographed by Amy Troost for Madame Figaro
Jessica Chastain photographed by Amy Troost for Madame Figaro
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thatwetshirt:

Bright Star (2009)

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Mindy Kaling for Instyle magazine, October 2014

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  1. me: that scene was so painful
  2. me: that scene made me actually physically cry
  3. me: that scene was emotionally scarring
  4. me:
  5. me:
  6. me: better rewatch it 800 times
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cinemove:

The Seven Year Itch (1955) dir. Billy Wilder

Sixty years ago today, Marilyn Monroe mesmerized a crowd of lucky onlookers while her white dress blew suggestively above her knees—and sometimes over her head. It was 1954, and the director Billy Wilder was filming a scene of the film The Seven Year Itch on Lexington Avenue between 52nd and 53rd Street in New York City. In the script, Marilyn Monroe and co-star Tom Ewell exit a movie theater and a breeze from the subway passing below lifts Marilyn’s skirt. Instead of rushing to cover her legs, as any decent woman of that era would have, Marilyn exclaims, “Isn’t it delicious?” (x)

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i don’t know why it won’t click through to a bigger image. i’ve saved it as 1000px but the click through is at 500px… can someone help me please!

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bohemea:

Jon Hamm on the set of Mad Men by James Minchin III

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Jon Hamm is a real person that exists. Then I see a picture of him wearing a baseball cap, looking a little sweaty & I remember, but when he looks like this, all I can think is, “THAT’S NOT REAL!”

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What about in [acting]? Do you feel like you’ve personally felt the sting of sexism? [x]

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thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham

American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes

"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…

For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…

And Janie. And Carolyn.

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.

You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.

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