do you become sometimes so fed up with your surroundings that you lose your sense of humour completely or is it just me
all this loveliness
"so how long have you been on tumblr"
*has war flashbacks to the introduction of WHAT IS AIR*
The whole idea of fame is uncomfortable. It’s not what you should want from this job. It makes me sad to see my younger cousins, the Instagram generation, obsessed with what people look like and what someone else has got. I just always loved the work. I try not to be wrapped up in my own dramas, because actress dramas are silly. My friend has just had a baby, and has a seven-year-old: her dramas are important.
Elizabeth Suzann SS14
Detail - Flowering Almond in a Glass by Vincent Van Gogh
She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in her sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl. The room was cold and black, though she was warm beneath the blankets. Dawn had not yet come. Sometimes she dreamed of Ser Ilyn Payne, and woke with her heart thumping, but this dream had not been like that. Home, it was a dream of home. The Eyrie was no home.
as you can see class, we have come full circle back to pre-irony, or what memeologists refer to as Genuine Enjoyment
Guess Again! // Thom Yorke
Aelbert Cuyp - Rivierlandschap met ruiters (detail).