I sit here in film history class and find myself looking at videos with you on youtube instead of listening to my ridiculously charismatic and interesting teacher. I would like to think that this doesn’t have anything to do with my interest in Italian Neorealism and only depends on you. You see, ever since I first saw The Boondock Saints six years ago or so I have developed some very deep feelings for you.
The truth is, I love you.
Now this might come as a shock for you, and for my boyfriend too for that matter, but it happens to be true. Now, I do not love Norman Reedus the man, because I do not know him (yet). The Norman Reedus I love is the artist. I have seen your photographs and they take my breath away every time I see them. The way you film, the way you act, the way you talk, even the way you smoke mesmerizes me.
I have stopped watching everything you have ever done because I believe fangirling can be very hazardous when you go to film school. So no I haven’t seen The Walking Dead, because well, zombies terrify me. But I just know you are amazing in it, because that is just who you are. Even when the movie is not Palme d’Or worthy your acting is. Which is also the reason why one of my biggest wishes in life is to work with you one day. See I want to be a director, and I have always, ever since I saw you flipping out over that dead cat, wanted to make a movie with you.
So if you ever come by Paris, would you mind saying Hi?
Would you mind me taking a picture of you and merging your art with mine?
I got in to film school.
oh geez, sorry ‘bout the spam. I got tumblraped. Dang.
The re-blog-blog of musings and gifs.
This one will be kept photographically delicious and re-blog free.
sur le pont des amoureux
Everybody. Meet Yasmin.
I need to get going. I need to find myself a brand. My brand. I need to found my own brand. The brand of me. So I can be the me I like.
Vacation was good.
And this is why I love Norman Reedus.
This is the cover of the Swedish edition of J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. This is my favorite cover of the Harry Potter series and it is created by Alvaro Tapia, a Swedish/Chilean artist.
I love how there are little flames on each page, and that the font changes depending on what kind of text you are reading in the book. Hagrid’s letters look different than Dumbledore’s and printed text from the Prophet or books has a special font too. All this has just added to magic while reading these books. I know the UK/US versions has little stars on the pages, but I still prefer the Swedish ones, they change through each book.
However I think the reason to why I like this cover the most is that this is the only one with Ron and Hermione on it. And I think they are spot on. All three of them. Hermione’s hair and teeth, the look on Ron’s face and his gangly figure and Harry Freakin’ Potter with his scruffy looking hair. Oh geez, the memories.
You can tell that this book has been read thoroughly several times by many of my family members. (Yes, me and my sister mostly.)
These last few days I’ve been watching A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel from Team Starkid. This accompanied by several Harry Potter dress up games and remembering old fanfics I used to write up in my brain. Oh they were good. One of my best friend even started writing her own book 7 just because she thought it took Rowling too long to write it.
I know I wasn’t the only one coming up with stories about Hogwarts and finally getting that letter with the green ink (even if it is like… 10 years late). What kind of stories did you come up with? Which house would you be placed in? Would you be any good in Quidditch? What would be your favorite subject?
Thank you J.K Rowling for the amazing memories and stories.
funny how a test shot can be your favorite.
self portaits yesterday in front of my window
These guys stopped me on the street and asked if I could take their picture. They were a bunch of Russians on vacation - or something like that. They didn’t talk much. Very nice people though.