A Novelist's Inspirations

On that day , in my heart, a castle rose,
a mansion fell apart

Ari and Jordan react to Tat as Helena on set. (x)

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Grace Kelly in Rear Window (1954) dir. by Alfred Hitchcock

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My mom is going cleaning crazy

And I feel like I’m going to get yelled at any second.

library-heaven:

taherehmafi:

a couple shots of us from david branson’s #juneportraitseries 

they are so adorable. and look at the matching socks thebookishdragon

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First of all, I wanted to thank you. Before I started watching the show, I was really in the closet and I was totally ashamed of who I was. I hated myself. I started watching the show and seeing Cosima and seeing that everything is not about her sexuality and that she is more than her sexuality. My parents weren’t okay with me being gay. I started watching the show with my mum and its helped us start to rebuild our relationship because she sees Cosima and she sees that it’s okay and that people are more than their sexuality. I wanted to thank you for that. And my question is, what’s it like to have that effect on peoples lives? And to know that you are saving people’ lives like you did for me?

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the secret history meme:  [2/4] places
↳ Charles and Camilla’s apartment

Though not untidy, exactly, it verged on being so. Books were stacked on every available surface; the tables were cluttered with papers, ashtrays, bottles of whiskey, boxes of chocolates; umbrellas and galoshes made passage difficult in the narrow hall. In Charles’s room clothes were scattered on the rug and a rich confusion of ties hung from the door of the wardrobe; Camilla’s night table was littered with empty tea cups, leaky pens, dead marigolds in a water glass, and on the foot of her bed was laid a half-played game of solitaire. The layout of the place was peculiar, with unexpected windows and halls that led nowhere and low doors I had to duck to get through, and everywhere I looked was some fresh oddity: an old stereopticon (the palmy avenues of a ghostly Nice, receding in the sepia distance); arrowheads in a dusty glass case; a staghorn fern; a bird’s skeleton.

the secret history meme:  [2/4] places

↳ Charles and Camilla’s apartment

Though not untidy, exactly, it verged on being so. Books were stacked on every available surface; the tables were cluttered with papers, ashtrays, bottles of whiskey, boxes of chocolates; umbrellas and galoshes made passage difficult in the narrow hall. In Charles’s room clothes were scattered on the rug and a rich confusion of ties hung from the door of the wardrobe; Camilla’s night table was littered with empty tea cups, leaky pens, dead marigolds in a water glass, and on the foot of her bed was laid a half-played game of solitaire. The layout of the place was peculiar, with unexpected windows and halls that led nowhere and low doors I had to duck to get through, and everywhere I looked was some fresh oddity: an old stereopticon (the palmy avenues of a ghostly Nice, receding in the sepia distance); arrowheads in a dusty glass case; a staghorn fern; a bird’s skeleton.

fy-perspectives:

Discover how some of the world’s most original artists, writers and musicians structured their day.

Check the interactive version of the graphic over at Podio.

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the secret history meme:  [4/6] characters

↳ Henry Winter

Then Henry spoke. His words were low but deliberate and distinct. “Should I do what is necessary?”


the secret history meme:  [3/4] places
↳ Francis’ country house

If I had grown up in that house I couldn’t have loved it more, couldn’t have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon, and the strip of highway visible – just barely – in the hills, beyond the trees.

the secret history meme:  [3/4] places

↳ Francis’ country house

If I had grown up in that house I couldn’t have loved it more, couldn’t have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon, and the strip of highway visible – just barely – in the hills, beyond the trees.

the secret history meme:  [1/6] characters

↳ Camilla Macaulay

"We might be in South America now," Camilla said one night while we were drinking bourbon from teacups in my room and listening to rain dripping from the eaves. "That’s funny, isn’t it?"

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