The Veronica Mars Movie Project on Kickstarter

onedayinretrospect:

Come on, citizens of Tumblr! Let’s show ‘em what we got!

1 note   -  14 March 2013

To Be A Woman Is To Live At A Time Of War.

onedayinretrospect:

Woman Alone
by Joi Barrios


I am a woman living alone,
unmarried woman,
spinster,
mistress,
whore.

My solitary existence
is stain unbleaced,
a single number branded
by hot irons from the past,
a scar I shall wear forever.

There is a test I failed,
a measuring cup I did not fill to the brim,
an acid that bared me lesser metal.
They pass verdict on a woman alone.

Yet it is I
who made my choice.
A small victory
belittled by other prisons I endure
in my society.

To be a woman alone
is not to turn one’s back
from love, desire, or commitment.
One does not lose faith
in promises to be kept
or dreams to be fulfilled.
To be a woman alone
is not to be without hope.

I ask for simple things:
hands that tell the minutes
and the hours of my life,
a heart and a mind writing my story,
myself complete within myself.

Let me live in peace,
call me no names:
unmarried woman,
spinster,
mistress,
whore.
I am a woman making my choices,
even as I am,
a woman alone.

1 note   -  10 March 2013

People want things to be real and if you give them an excuse, they’ll believe you. from Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan (via onedayinretrospect)
1 note   -  10 March 2013


onedayinretrospect:

Lovely Ladies: (clockwise from top left) Martine from “Nobody Walks”, Anna from “Like Crazy”, Emily from “A Lot Like Love”, Margot from “Take This Waltz”, Zibby from “Liberal Arts”, Sophie from “Letters to Juliet”, Katherine from “50/50”, Claire from “Elizabethtown”, Celine from “Before Sunset”, and Maggie from “The Newsroom”

19 notes   -  10 March 2013


onedayinretrospect:

BAMFs: (clockwise from top left) Katniss from “The Hunger Games”, Rose from “Doctor Who”, Debra from “Dexter”, Hannah from “Dexter”, Carrie from “Homeland”, and Sam from “Hunted”

11 notes   -  10 March 2013

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Hello, Tumblr! I know it’s been a while, but I just want to drop by and show you how I’ve been spending the first moments of 12/21/21 (in my side of the world).
"Because if we’re going to die, let’s die looking like a Peruvian folk band." -Amy Pond

Hello, Tumblr! I know it’s been a while, but I just want to drop by and show you how I’ve been spending the first moments of 12/21/21 (in my side of the world).

"Because if we’re going to die, let’s die looking like a Peruvian folk band." -Amy Pond


"Let me hear your mellow heartbeat."

A Letter To My Long-Distance Crush.

Let’s drink whiskey ginger ales all night. Let’s not even worry about what’s going on tomorrow, let’s not remember how old we are and let’s just get drunk on each other, get wide-eyed and get heart-shocked like we’re confiding our dreams in someone who gets it for the first time ever. Let’s be into each other like we’ve never been into anyone, let’s go extra fast like our nervous systems just did mega rails and let’s get more and more enamored of each other; let’s stay up all night talking ecstatically like everything’s new.

Let’s be honest, honest like we’ve never been. Let’s tell each other the truth about things, why not? The blunt horrible fat-legged truth is what really gets someone to like you, not those drippy approximations; no one falls in love with you until you show them some grit. Let’s lay down the secrets trapped under our skins, confessions and insecurities like we’ve never had the courage to describe. Let’s get into our first times having sex, let’s be honest it was terrible and yet we spent so much time trying to convince everyone it was magical, what the hell? No, life is ugly sometimes. Let’s accept that and feel lightened by it.

Let’s not compare. Let’s leave off our pasts, our sad relationships, leave the skeletons to crumble in the closet among the dusty wine bottles and moldy papers and let ourselves be each other’s ritual cleanse. Let’s not place each other next to the demons and superstars of our former selves and instead draw our outlines on separate canvases. Let’s stop carrying the past around desperately like the last sip of water in a desert, no one needs that; we hang onto it because we think we’re holding onto ourselves that way but really it’s just the lead weight of dead things we’re afraid to throw off.

I appreciate you; I want you to know that. I appreciate you for your eyesight: you don’t see only what things look like but what they represent; you see beauty in things, see them for what they really are not just what you project. You have this crazy ability to pin down the exact coincidental fragility of things that is just so. And you have this ability to see beauty in ugliness, or rather, to see ugliness — ugliness is just another type of beauty when your eyes aren’t all blurry, why doesn’t everyone know that? I have so much to learn from you.

I want you to hold my hand in the dark, shoulders touching. I want you to kiss me in the most intimate place you can kiss someone; kiss me on my palms or the insides of my wrists, where you let someone kiss you when you trust them. Let me hear your mellow heartbeat, let me take your glasses off your face when you fall asleep on top of Bret Easton Ellis. I want you to smooth my hair away from my face when my hands are covered in hot sauce and I can’t do it. You won’t need me to explain anything.

But these things won’t happen. I’ll never meet you, you’re too far away for these things to be real; I think I’m talking to myself again.

I’ll never have you, but maybe that’s better because I’ve idealized you in Shakespearean proportions: the thoughts, the words, the poetry; everything’s there but it isn’t. The bleary-eyed reality of it: the deep sad reality of miles and schedules and all the impossible money and what is there to do, really? There’s an organic mass in my heart soaked through with blood but it’s just radio waves. It’s enough to make you tired, realizing the unreachable vastness of your purest emotions you get crushed get complacent and give it up in favor of something you can hold.

At least this way we won’t wonder what would have happened if we met and it didn’t work out.

  -  1 June 2012

My Heart Will Go On: A Totally Unnecessary Rambling of a Self-Confessed Titaniac (Yes, This is a Word).

I have a confession to make. I used to be a Titanic snob. In the past, whenever I heard someone say they were a Titanic fan, I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes and asking, “Oh really? Did your parents also put a restraining order between you and the video player because it was the only way to stop you from watching Titanic on loop everyday? Because mine did. Did you also record the whole movie on cassette because you wanted to be able to listen to it on your Walkman anytime anywhere? Because I did. Could you also recite any scene on the spot because you have committed the entire screenplay to your memory and your heart? Because I could. It’s been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint, the china had never been used, the sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was. It really was. Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Boudin. WE’RE GONNA MAKE IT ROSE! TRUST ME! I TRUST YOU!

Of course, this was a silly thing to be snobbish about. It wasn’t like there was a prestigious Titanic club which only people who have seen the movie a few hundred times the first year it came out could join. Knowing that the ship would have sunk more slowly had it hit the iceberg head on instead of on the side thus increasing the chances of more survivors didn’t make anyone special; it just made him or her the kind of nerd who would be #foreveralone with ten thousand cats (or in my case, dogs).

But now that I’m older, I’d like to think I’ve become more forgiving. When I hear people claim they love Titanic, I politely smile and calmly tell them that I do too. I no longer feel the urge to try and make them understand the depth and intensity of my love for this precious little gem of cinematic history (for the record: it is a love that knows no bounds; the kind wherein I know it has flaws but to which I am completely blind). And even though I know better, I let them think that when it comes to being a Titanic fan, we are equals. (How arrogant was that last sentence? Hahaha!)

(In case you’re wondering, yes, I’ve already seen Titanic 3D, hence this post. Yes, nothing has changed and yes, I still love it as much as I did fifteen years ago. But the truth is, the last time I saw it was only a couple of months back. While some might say they have waited for this moment for years, like someone who has finally met her soulmate after a lifetime of waiting, for me, it was more like coming home to my husband of fifteen years after only a weekend apart. We are an old married couple, Titanic and I.)

3 notes   -  7 April 2012

I am not emotionally prepared for a new companion.
1 note   -  21 March 2012

The ending of that latest episode.

7 notes   -  13 March 2012

The Rules of Improvisation That Will Change Your Life

suspendedlikespirits:

An excerpt from Tina Fey’s Bossypants:

The first rule of improvisation is AGREE. Always agree and SAY YES. While you’re improvising, this means you are required to agree with whatever your partner has create.

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14 notes   -  13 March 2012

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ekangarooo:

“Solitude does not mean living apart from others; it means never living apart from one’s self.” - Parker Palmer

ekangarooo:

“Solitude does not mean living apart from others; it means never living apart from one’s self.” - Parker Palmer


Truth.


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Is this photoshopped? I don’t remember an episode where Ten was dressed as a Time Lord…
Fandom, help! This is going to bother me for the rest of my life. :))

Is this photoshopped? I don’t remember an episode where Ten was dressed as a Time Lord…

Fandom, help! This is going to bother me for the rest of my life. :))


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I needed a flashlight for my theatre house staffing duties last weekend so I went to a sidewalk market near our campus and found this TARDIS-look alike flashlight. It even has the word “POLICE” printed on the side.
Naturally, I went over the moon.
(Unfortunately, no one could get why I was so high over a flashflight. Not that it mattered. Hahaha! :D)

I needed a flashlight for my theatre house staffing duties last weekend so I went to a sidewalk market near our campus and found this TARDIS-look alike flashlight. It even has the word “POLICE” printed on the side.

Naturally, I went over the moon.

(Unfortunately, no one could get why I was so high over a flashflight. Not that it mattered. Hahaha! :D)