Heather Havrilesky, How To Be A Person In The World

dont ask me what tf im talking about. i dont know ok? im just the vessel. the message has been gifted. i‘ve moved on

You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.

i need to stop imagining scenarios in my head that have a -2% chance of actually happening it’s becoming a problem

❝ Am I still in a dream? Is it really spring that came after the long winter? ❞

You know what the saddest thing is? You showed him the deepest corners of your soul. But he closed up like you never fucking happened. His fingertips lingered on your skin. You got so lost in his ocean eyes and his magical touch. The little mischievous smile he put on as he stroked your hair like you were his one and only. The way he pulled you into his arms. You were all his. Divine kisses through your body set you on fire. Every grip was holy — every whisper was celestial — every word felt like love — every dot was connected — every emotion was raw. The world stopped just for us, two lovebirds sharing the same heart beat and rhythm. “ilysm. Souls collided and divided. And now you’re stranded. Silence of his is too damn deafening. Theft of heart. Theft of joy. “ifmy.”

“it is only a bruise”

— Leo Tolstoy

Sandra Oh for Porter

Sandra Oh is a trooper, too: bristling with energy, hyper-engaged, determined to be authentic and squeeze every drop out of life. She doesn’t do many interviews. I suspect their one-sidedness bores her. But conversations, where she can actually learn things about other people, those she likes.

“You’ll have to ask Phoebe Waller-Bridge how my hair became a narrative point in Killing Eve [laughs]. It’s like there’s something free or wild about Eve’s nature that I do think comes out in the hair.”