why the fuck is every nursery rhyme about people dying
- the london bridge is falling down and probably crushing pedestrians
- ring around the rosie pockets full of posie ashes ashes we all get obliterated by the black plague
- it’s raining it’s pouring the old man is snoring he bumped his head and fucking died
and fucking died
humpty dumpty committed suicide
jack fell down a hill and cracked his skull
A BABY FELL OUT A TREE
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OMG IMAGINE BEING SOMEONE’S FAVOURITE BLOG
OR BEING A BLOG EVERYONE KNOWS AND RECOMMENDS TO NEW PEOPLE IN THE FANDOM
OR BEING ONE OF THE PRETTY ONES THAT THE BOYS REPLY TO
OR JUST BEING REMOTELY AVERAGE
THAT WOULD BE NICE
OH SO NICE
When I was about 25 years old, I worked with two very good actors. The encounters were brief, but I’ve remembered them both with great admiration. Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton both embodied qualities which one is fogyishly tempted to look at with nostalgia. Along with very considerable talent, they had elegance, glamor, wit, kindness and decency.
I didn’t know at the time that they were married or that they had a son of about 10 who was quietly gestating all the same attributes. And now, 30 years later, the boy has been let loose. He has taken the form of Benedict Cumberbatch.
His parents’ qualities are on rampant display. It’s rare to the point of outlandish to find so many variables in one actor, including features which ought to be incompatible: vulnerability, a sense of danger, a clear intellect, honesty, courage — and a rather alarming energy. I take no pleasure in feeling humbled, but there’s no getting around it.
He must be stopped.”
~ Colin Firth on Benedict Cumberbatch for the TIME 100. [x] (via crieff)
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