brousster:

camping supplies

brousster:

camping supplies

gimme-twice:

Ellar Coltrane by Khunya Lamat Pan

gimme-twice:

Ellar Coltrane by Khunya Lamat Pan

flavorpill:


Hoffman was one of those great artists you watch and you think: I see it now, I see there’s a point to things, even if it’s elusive and maddening and the kind of point you can barely see for what it is, at the time. And when even the greatest geniuses lose their grip, it just goes to show you: there’s a way in which we’re all waiting for something to happen in the houses that are metaphorically burning down around us, no matter how great our talents. Understanding that may be the last gift we get from Hoffman’s great career.

Art Can’t Save Us: Revisiting Philip Seymour Hoffman in ‘Synecdoche, New York’

flavorpill:

Hoffman was one of those great artists you watch and you think: I see it now, I see there’s a point to things, even if it’s elusive and maddening and the kind of point you can barely see for what it is, at the time. And when even the greatest geniuses lose their grip, it just goes to show you: there’s a way in which we’re all waiting for something to happen in the houses that are metaphorically burning down around us, no matter how great our talents. Understanding that may be the last gift we get from Hoffman’s great career.

Art Can’t Save Us: Revisiting Philip Seymour Hoffman in ‘Synecdoche, New York’

andreii-tarkovsky:

By Rebecca Wiener

andreii-tarkovsky:

By Rebecca Wiener

I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That’s what I want to explore. We’re all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we’re going to die, each of us secretly believing we won’t — Caden Cotard (Philip Seymour Hoffman) — Synecdoche, New York [written by Charlie Kaufman] (via 0227199208142014)
Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen. — Probably the best monologue ever - Synecdoche, New York (via markusparkus)

everythingaboutfilm:

The Grand Budapest Hotel (dir. Wes Anderson)

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On Set: Beginners

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Richard Parker, my fierce companion, terrible one who kept me alive.

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ac3df:

ericrileyy:


Brendon Urie realizing he shouldn’t have just said “whore” during an on-air performance.

This always makes me happy.

THE FACE, THE FACE AHAHAHA

ac3df:

ericrileyy:

Brendon Urie realizing he shouldn’t have just said “whore” during an on-air performance.

This always makes me happy.

THE FACE, THE FACE AHAHAHA

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eldritch-abomination:

drinking tea now and then doesnt make you sophisticated it just means you like drinkign wet leaf

enjoy your fucki ng wet leaves

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goatcorporation:

for my ALS ice bucket challenge, i nominate… the archpriests of the illuminati! show yourselves, cowards, if you dare!

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