My Blood Beats Black Tonight

"I wouldn't say I was particulary volatile but... oh, alright, I am. I'm horribly cynical. I don't suffer fools gladly. Anything which I think is in the least bit foolish really irratates me. Like people who make a thing out of being weak and insecure, I hate that. But I'm a big fool anyway, so maybe I just hate myself."
- Damon Albarn
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toska [tohs-kah]
(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”  (via alexfisherson)

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kumawind:

richardandlee:

sunnydisposish:

is this for fricking real?

Yes, it’s real, but it’s missing some context:  Thranduil’s throne is so high and so precariously perched that the crew had placed mattresses on the floor in case Lee fell off. Peter Jackson joked that they would bring him lunch in a few hours, implying that Lee would have to stay up there the whole time. Lee then mimicked having to go to the bathroom, and the camera pulled back to show the whole cast and crew laughing, including Richard.  If I have the chronology right, this was the very first day of shooting for Lee.  From these scenes it’s not hard to understand why Lee made such an impression and got on so well — with everyone! ;-)

Thank you, dear Sunny! Yes, I think everyone on-set fell in love with Lee, including a certain bloke from Leicestershire.

I. HAVE. TO. REBLOG. THIS.

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petricolous:

Day 49. A song that reminds you of a friend.

Reminds me Helen ofc

Tom Hiddleston who plays with his hair.

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nethaca:

maverikloki:

deejohnes:

maverikloki:

I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”

I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:

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I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS

They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number

hence:

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This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.

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A Midsummer Night’s Dream @ Shakespeare’s Globe [x]

bastardstie:

adorable