wildlingprince:

When characters are talking to Starling, they often talk direct to camera, when she is talking to them, she is always looking slightly off-camera. Director Jonathan Demme explained that this was done so as the audience would directly experience her POV, but not theirs, hence encouraged the audience to more readily identify with her.

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ftlouis:

swedish is a very beautiful and deep language

ftlouis:

swedish is a very beautiful and deep language

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thisishangingrockcomics:

found this in a ‘96 DBZ manga at work today and i love it

thisishangingrockcomics:

found this in a ‘96 DBZ manga at work today and i love it

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orisoni:

I don’t know where I was going with this

orisoni:

I don’t know where I was going with this

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humanoidhistory:

Mark Twain inside the lab of Nikola Tesla, 1894.

humanoidhistory:

Mark Twain inside the lab of Nikola Tesla, 1894.

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andrewgiggles:

take me to ikea but not in a bullshit 500 days of summer way but just bc im passionate about swedish design and reasonable prices 

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strawbelevi-heichew:

penccils:

pbnk:

biodeamon:

the-dolorosa:

Certain audio frequencies bring back certain memories. If you play the right song, it can take you back to a specific point in time. Scientists at Delta University tapped into this phenomenon and, by mixing certain pitches and tones, created an audio file that can transport you back to your most emotionally unstable point in the past. For some, it is infancy. For others, seventh grade.

To test their theory, this track was played over the loudspeaker while several students were taking exams at a frequency so high it was barely detectable. Several things happened. Some students crumpled their paper up in frustration. Others were found crying on the floor. Still others began to argue among themselves or with the teacher.

When one student flung themselves out the 10th story window, they had to close the project for good. However, the track was leaked onto the web and can now be found in the darkest corners of the internet. Listen… if you dare. 

fuck i’m scared…

*muffled sobbing*

NO

OH FUCK NO

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radioirwin:

radioirwin:

i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some

stop reblogging this

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earendil-was-a-mariner:

My milkshakes bring them all and in the darkness bind them. 

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porcelain-horse-horselain:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Ayn Rand’s Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone
“Malfoy bought the whole team brand-new Nimbus Cleansweeps!” Ron said, like a poor person. “That’s not fair!”
“Everything that is possible is fair,” Harry reminded him gently. “If he is able to purchase better equipment, that is his right as an individual. How is Draco’s superior purchasing ability qualitatively different from my superior Snitch-catching ability?”
“I guess it isn’t,” Ron said crossly.
Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. “Someday you’ll understand, Ron.”

Harry and Ron stood before the Mirror of Erised. “My God,” Ron said. “Harry, it’s your dead parents.”
Harry’s eyes flicked momentarily over to the mirror. “So it is. This information is neither useful nor productive. Let us leave at once, to assist Hagrid in his noble enterprise of raising as many dragon eggs as he sees fit, in spite of our country’s unjust dragon-trading restrictions.”
“But it’s your parents, Harry,” Ron said. Ron never really got it.
Harry sighed. “The fundamental standard for all relationships is the trader principle, Ron.”
“I don’t understand,” Ron said.
“Of course you don’t,” said Harry affectionately. “This principle holds that we should interact with people on the basis of the values we can trade with them – values of all sorts, including common interests in art, sports or music, similar philosophical outlooks, political beliefs, sense of life, and more. Dead people have no value according to the trader principle.”
“But they gave birth to y–”
“I made myself, Ron,” Harry said firmly.

porcelain-horse-horselain:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Ayn Rand’s Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone

“Malfoy bought the whole team brand-new Nimbus Cleansweeps!” Ron said, like a poor person. “That’s not fair!”

“Everything that is possible is fair,” Harry reminded him gently. “If he is able to purchase better equipment, that is his right as an individual. How is Draco’s superior purchasing ability qualitatively different from my superior Snitch-catching ability?”

“I guess it isn’t,” Ron said crossly.

Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. “Someday you’ll understand, Ron.”

Harry and Ron stood before the Mirror of Erised. “My God,” Ron said. “Harry, it’s your dead parents.”

Harry’s eyes flicked momentarily over to the mirror. “So it is. This information is neither useful nor productive. Let us leave at once, to assist Hagrid in his noble enterprise of raising as many dragon eggs as he sees fit, in spite of our country’s unjust dragon-trading restrictions.”

“But it’s your parents, Harry,” Ron said. Ron never really got it.

Harry sighed. “The fundamental standard for all relationships is the trader principle, Ron.”

“I don’t understand,” Ron said.

“Of course you don’t,” said Harry affectionately. “This principle holds that we should interact with people on the basis of the values we can trade with them – values of all sorts, including common interests in art, sports or music, similar philosophical outlooks, political beliefs, sense of life, and more. Dead people have no value according to the trader principle.”

“But they gave birth to y–”

“I made myself, Ron,” Harry said firmly.

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actuallygrimes:

belaquadros:

Unveiling Frida Kahlo’s Closet

When the Mexican painter Frida Kahlo died in 1954, her husband muralist Diego Rivera locked her clothes and jewelry- all personal possessions- into a bathroom. Diego instructed that the room to be unlocked fifteen years after his own death. Forgotten, they stayed there for fifty years.

No one knew what was behind that locked door. Staring back from a life more notorious than most, were 300 items of Frida’s. Her jewelry, clothing, hair accessories, a  prosthetic leg, leather corsets, painted plaster casts and body molds. 

All the physical and emotional pain, joy and vitality is told through stories carried in Frida’s clothing and accessories. This treasure trove is organized into an exhibition titled Appearances Can Be Deceiving: The Dresses of Frida Kahlo,featuring eleven of Kahlo’s ensembles rotating every three months, showing forty outfits over the course of a year.

Conservators and curators said while excavating the hidden room, it was as if Frida was alongside them in the room. Her colorful clothing emitted a sense of happiness, while her hospital items, the casts and even medicine, were powerful to witness and held onto her sadness. 

Vogue Mexico is producing a room for the exhibition that will feature commissioned work from contemporary designers who have been influenced by Kahlo. A rep for the magazine declined to reveal the specific designers working on the project, but said that “they are international designers and one Mexican designer — all of them are very recognized in the fashion industry.”

The fashion curator Circe Henestrosa dug through the time capsule and organized the exhibition. Henestrosa says,"Garments are very powerful tools for social and cultural interpretation. These objects and garments tell you so much about the wearer and yes, the items do have a smell….how to describe the smell….it’s her. It’s a unique, beautiful smell, of her skin." 

Focusing on the issues of “disability” and “ethnicity,” the exhibition will be displayed in Frida Kahlo’s former home in Coyoacan, a suburb of Mexico City, the Frida Kahlo Museum (Casa Azul) through November 2013

wow

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"Bad books on writing tell you to ‘WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW’, a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery."

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Just choked on my fucking drink

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I know nothing.

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Anonymous said: have you ever heard a cute boy laugh it is literally life changing

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