I make bad snapchat jokes and im not ashamed of it
"I think that Tom from 500 Days Of Summer and Jon from Don Jon are actually quite similar to each other in a lot of ways …ultimately, they’re both projecting their kind of fantasies onto a person rather than really paying attention to who their girlfriend actually is."
—Joseph Gordon-Levitt, on Don Jon and 500 (Days of Summer)
“While Her extrapolates current trends into a totally plausible yet magical-seeming near-future, Don Jon approaches technological fixation from a more mundane angle. [Joseph] Gordon-Levitt is attempting to say a lot of things with his film, most of them at an extremely high volume that’s even more apparent next to Her’s quiet assurance. But one of the smartest points he makes is about the comfort of routine, and how much of his protagonist’s addiction to Internet pornography boils down to habit. Masturbating to online videos is something Jon can, and does, do with no more effort than it takes to pull up a game of Candy Crush or idly scroll through Twitter during commercials. Similarly, all Theodore has to do is tap an earbud, and there Samantha is, ready and willing to satisfy his emotional, intellectual, and organizational needs. Such ease of access is the gateway to addictive habits: When we can have something anytime we want—physical, emotional, or intellectual gratification, or simply having our email read to us—it stops being a specific desire, and becomes part of the fabric of everyday life.”
Our series of 2013 double-features continues with the pairing of Her and Don Jon, which both use Scarlett Johansson as the ultimate object of desire to explore how technology is affecting our human relationships. [Read more…]
Bazı anıların asla tekrarlanmayacağı gibi onlara bir yenisi de eklenmeyecek. Elinle yüzümü kendine yaklaştırıp yanaklarımı okşayamayacaksın asla. Seni en son bir sene önce öptüm, bir daha bin sene de geçse öpebileceğimi sanmıyorum. Her şeyin bittiği yerdi burası. Çiftler Mor ve Ötesi konserinde birbirlerine sarılmaya devam edecek, kamp yapacaklar, doyasıya sevişecekler, kavga ettikçe edecek sonra yine birbirlerine dönecekler, herkes hayatına kaldığı yerden devam edecek. Sen uyuyacaksın, ben uyanacağım ve günler böylece geçip gidecek. İkimiz de var olmaya devam edeceğiz, iki kişi olmadan.
Küçük bir kız çocuğuydum tanıştığımızda, bak yavaş yavaş kadın oluyorum. Bana kızma, bana gülme, beni unutma. Kimi zaman yeşerttin kimi zaman soldurdun, ama sen beni büyüttün. Yalan söylemeden önce bir defa daha düşünmemi sağladın. Sen benim dürüstlüğümdün. Sakın pişman olma, ben asla olmayacağım. Lütfen pişman olma.
Her türlü hisse rağmen geçirdiğim üç gün öyle gerçek ki bozmaya kıyamıyorum. Doğrusu bu. Doğrusu bu. Doğrusu bu biliyorum.
Şarkılarda hala birlikteyiz sevgilim.
public school dress code
i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs
My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.
Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.
But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.
It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.
actual photo depiction of finals week at my school