When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily. I’d know her head anywhere. And what’s inside it.
I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes.
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It’s like sleeping with a spider.

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Gillian Flynn at Barnes and Noble Union Square, 4/24/14

This was an amazing film. Love the cinematography!

Posted 3 days ago

oh my oh my… look at what I found in the Used book section. debating whether or not to re-read this novel before I watch the movie

Walking down the path that leads me to my memories
Pacing all the way without a care in my stride
Where are the friends of my yesterday
have they moved on with they lives
Can we still laugh and joke about things like before

Where have all the years gone
that’s what I am asking now
What have I learnt so far
tell me Father Time - tell me now

(Source: Spotify)

Posted 5 days ago

2YOON  @ UCC Encore

reblogging self because I miss them…

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Rose Leslie at the 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards (x)

she’s watching OITNB !!! :((