friendly reminder that thin-shaming is just as hurtful as fat-shaming
and statements like “real men like curves, only dogs go for bones” are still fucking offensive.
back to your regularly scheduled dashboard.
For quite by chance, and the will of a wizard, fate decided I would become a part of this tale.
Waiting for Jack to come out
Also purple lights woah
Jess needs to hurry up so we can go to Jack Whitehall gahh I’m so excited
Back in 1835, when Halley’s Comet was overhead, same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter. A man like us, only on horseback. Story goes, he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him… Somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say… they say this gun can kill anything.
For me, acting is all about shape-shifting. Acting is an adventure of curiosity. With every character I play, I am discovering something new about the human condition that I do not possess innately myself. To me, with every role I play, it’s like going to a foreign country. It’s no better or worse, just different. Then, when you return home, you’re changed forever because of what you have experienced in that new place.
“You should have been the Mockingjay. No one would’ve had to feed you lines,” I say.
“True. But no one likes me,” she tells me.