Archives for the Date May 7th, 2019

chrisevansupdates: A Chris Evans moment went viral when, seated…

chrisevansupdates:

A Chris Evans moment went viral when, seated in the front row at the Oscars, he quickly leaped to the aid of actress Regina King when her dress became tangled as she approached the stage. Evans supported King as she straightened it out, then escorted her up a few stairs.The micro-drama was caught on camera; think pieces on chivalry hit the internet the next day. Evans says his phone only recently stopped vibrating with texts from friends and family who caught it. “The bar is so low that literally I did a normal thing, like on par with saying ‘God bless you’ when somebody sneezes, and people thought it was—I don’t know,” he says. Spend some time with Chris Evans and you start to understand that Chris Evans doesn’t drink the Chris Evans Kool-Aid. The actor could certainly steep in celebrity in L.A., but he’d rather be back east, back home, where instead of paparazzi, he’s seen by deer and dogs and maybe a few retirees on their daily workouts, slogging down the road in sweats. Where on the weekends, his old friends like to tell him that he’s a shitty actor, and he’s perfectly cool with that. – Chris Evans for Mens Journal May 2019

Redeem Me: Chapter Twenty

claryclark:

Here we go! Thanks to beta @notevenjokingfic and everyone else who always supports me so much in this journey! 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten |

Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen |

Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | 

Chapter Nineteen  

Chapter Twenty: The Lost Boy 


“Can ye forgive me?” he asked, tentative and small. “I-I shouldna have spoken to ye so— earlier, I mean. I wasna cross w’ ye for no’ tellin’ me about Colum. I ken ye had no reason to be wary of him and that’s my fault. But I—”

He brought her hands to his lips, kissing them in earnest.

“Fergus called, told me that Colum had found ye, and I—” he choked off, head falling, and she could see the tremble of his muscles as he shook. “I’ve never been so scared in all my life.”

Her earlier ire had long since melted away. He was so open, so raw, and clearly terrified.

She gently extracted her hands from his and held his face between them.

“It’s alright,” she hushed, “Let’s just- let’s just talk. Okay?”

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Why do you write poems?

Poetry is, for me, a vestige of the spiritual. I was raised Catholic and have long since discarded all religion, but poetry is a way to let the subconscious speak, and there is–and always will be, in the psychoanalytic sense–a trace of the unknowable, and thus the sacred and profane, in writing poetry.

In much the same way that Freud saw the construction of the self as a kind of iceberg (there is so much more below that goes unseen and unseeable, there is so much more than the conceivable self we present to the world), so too is the poem that kind of present-absence: there is so much behind, beneath, below the poem, and the “present poem” (the one you read on the page) is a kind of summoning for that which lurks below. This is why when you read one poem you read an infinity of poems. The whole poetic field opens itself to you. 

My brother in law told me a story about a woman who could lucid dream and, in her dreaming, she would talk to the dream itself to ask it what it meant. So she could ask a crow what the crow signified, ask a masked man why his face was hidden, ask the dream why it would not let her run away, etc. etc… I think poetry is kind of like that. You get to speak–on a very literal level–to the language inside you, and let it, in turn, speak back.

philosophybits: “It is true: we love life not because we are used to living, but because we are…

philosophybits:

“It is true: we love life not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

doingnothingallday: somecutething: You can see the cat practicing while it’s the dogs turn…

doingnothingallday:

somecutething:

You can see the cat practicing while it’s the dogs turn 😂😂😂

ThAT’s so CUTE 💟 omg

stevhoa: The Feature Films of Wong Kar-wai

stevhoa:

The Feature Films of Wong Kar-wai

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