"Once the curtain is raised, the actor ceases to belong to himself. He belongs to his character, to his author, to his public. He must do the impossible to identify himself with the first, not to betray the second, and not to disappoint the third. And to this end the actor must forget his personality and throw aside his joys and sorrows. He must present the public with the reality of a being who for him is only a fiction. With his own eyes, he must shed the tears of the other. With his own voice, he must groan the anguish of the other. His own heart beats as if it would burst, for it is the other’s heart that beats in his heart. And when he retires from a tragic or dramatic scene, if he has properly rendered his character, he must be panting and exhausted."
Sarah Bernhardt (via observando)
let’s get this straight
it is not romantic to persistently pursue someone after they have refused you
"I have too many romantic fantasies and they make me sad."
– Graham Coxon
I absolutely love that there’s this kind of quote from Gra on my dashboard. Absolutely.
(Source: m-e-t-a-n-o-i-a-bg, via fusels)
"You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living."
— Things my therapist told me today that almost made me burst out into tears. I need to remember this more often. (via winterkristall)
(Source: betterfailings, via find-a-way-through-the-dark)
My hair falls,
Slips out of it’s bondage.
My clothes hang off
Sensitive and cold.
My teeth gnaw
On their captors,
Making them bleed
My eyebrows furrow,
Blocking my view
If I cannot see
I’ll believe they cannot see me
My features contort
Pushing against the mask
My cheek bones, prodding
Pained by their attempts
My shoulders wince at
The weight of your beautiful arm
Your hand slips down my side
I flinch because I feel
My lips want to shout,
But they are wounded.
Yours can speak
And they flutter against my ear
You are beautiful.