I’ll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
“We are completely the puppets of all the actors, okay? They’ll be writing the script for us. Especially the six-year-old, she’s not gonna buy a word you’ve written.”
- Tarsem Singh, on the set of The Fall.
Tarsem Singh spent 8 years searching for the right actress to play Alexandria before he began shooting the film. Alexandria’s charming and enigmatic character was, according to Singh, the driving force that could carry the film’s story. The interactions seen between Roy and Alexandria are essentially unrefined and natural, and the chemistry between the actors is very tangible. The development of their onscreen relationship in the resulting scenes corresponds with the relationship Lee and Catinca built in reality, as the hospital scenes were filmed consecutively.
Well, aren’t I special?
I’m bored. I watched all of True Detective and have no idea what to do for the next 4 hours or so
"I can feel a darkness growing inside of me. Filling me up, covering the random nooks and crannys. And then my cup runneth over…"
Tumblr label-assigners unite. I don’t give a flying fuck about your sexual orientation. If you’re unsure or sure as hell about what you feel, feel it. Feel it with the utmost of strength. Let’s get a tattoo and symbolize it on our shoulders together. Fuck their nonsense. Be who you are. A bunch of jackasses on a social media site that will not exist in five years does not determine who you are.
-The Rake (EverymanHYBRID)
Whatever had killed him, it hadn’t been human. His face was gone, simply torn away. Something had ripped his lips off. I could see his bloodstained teeth. His nose had been torn all the way up one side, and part of it dangled toward the floor. His eyes were gone. Torn out of his head. Bitten out.There were ragged slash marks of fangs all around the edges of the sockets. The victim’s jacket had been torn to bloody ribbons along his forearms, in defensive wounds. His hands and arms were a mass of pulped, ripped meat, the palms and fingers slashed to ragged lumps. His body hid his abdomen from me, but that was where the blood was pooling from, spreading out like ink from a spilled bottle.