“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and problems with children. She has lost 30 pounds and weighed about 90 pounds in her 35 years. She got very skinny, and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the morning and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon…But then I decided to act on it. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on the earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her shoulders.I began to pamper her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised her and pleased her every minute. I gave her lots of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends.You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became even better than before. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and she loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.And then I realized one thing: The woman is the reflection of her man.If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.“
- Brad Pitt
When they ask why we stayed together for so long I say, I don’t know. I just know that we cried at the exact same time in every movie. I know we blushed everyday for the first two years. I know I always stole the covers and she never woke me up.
I know the exact look on her face, the first night she used my toothbrush. The next day, I brushed my teeth like thirtysome times, ‘cause I didn’t want to let her go. You have to understand when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night, but I had to see, even through the ruin, if what we were burying were seeds.
More amazing finals posters for you all.
maybe if you study i won’t get beaten to death in the next five minutes
I want to print these out and hang them in the undergrad lounge of our department.
Shhhh, if you see these hanging around, just raise 3 fingers to the sky. Be cool.
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My father used to say, ‘Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.’
I would just like to point out, that’s Cormac McLaggen from Harry Potter.
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I didn’t expect anything worthwhile to come from the handful of rolls of film that I got developed today, but later I found myself half-crying, half-laughing on the train ride home when I discovered these. My snap judgement of this year has been that it has tested me, that it has been daunting, that it was unkind. But I started really picking moments apart, reeling back through the memories, and look. Perhaps it wasn’t. Here we are laughing. Here I am on a plane to Chicago, on a plane to New York, here I am stunned by the city, kissing you in subway tunnels. In basements, day-drunk on Sundays, living room packed with warm bodies, shoes stacked quietly at the door. Each year I get better at resolving and worse at noticing it. Listen, here’s a recording of us drunk and singing. Listen, remember when your hand found mine in the crowd? When I couldn’t sleep, when I lost sight of it all, when I caught a second wind? When we walked for hours, when you didn’t call, when you traced my tattoos. When you cried and no one but me saw, when I made new friends, when I found the courage to forgot those small defeats that left me so jaded. We, aimed ever-foward. Me, culling bravery, stumbling across the city with fire on my breath, meeting you halfway, trying.
This year has pulled many things out of me. And I feel good, I feel grateful.
Must reblog every Christmas
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