Chest infection seems to be looming and Maxine burns sticks in her bedroom. Well done girl. Sensible move.
My twitter timeline is beautiful this evening. Even though a great man has died the tributes flowing just illustrate the power that one man can have globally. The #nelsonmandela hashtag is an outpouring of love. Wonderful. Sad. Inspiring.
Haven’t really had my head in Grey’s for some time now so apologies for no review. We will sort one out for after tonight.
But a thought occurred to me today rather randomly, wasn’t even thinking about Grey’s at the time, about mid-season finale cliff hanger…
I think it’s a Meredith/Cristina break up. One of epic proportions. In public, screaming, shouting, insulting, accusing. I think the shit is gonna hit the fan with this couple. It is afterall Oh’s last season and in order for her departure to be “felt” the writers really need to stir the mix. The second half of the season will be about bringing these two back together so that Cristina’s final departure is closure.
look at the detail in her hair…
I read that they created an entire computer program to make each strand of her hair move the way it should with her body
like 2 years of this movie production was dedicated to her hair
I really do hope someone who worked on this has a tumblr and is sat with a single tear in their eye whispering “they noticed… it was all worth it, every single day…”
merida hair fandom
‘No safety for women under the law in Pakistan, none’
This is what it is like to be a woman in Pakistan today.
Walking across an airport you are told by a stranger, a man in an ironed shirt, a leather belt with a silver buckle and jeans turned-up at the ankle, to cover yourself properly because a peephole of skin — your collarbone, your leg, your stomach — has shown through your salwar kameez. Applying for a visa to Malaysia you are told that as a Pakistani woman you will need to provide a return ticket to prove you are not travelling to the great Islamic state to work as a prostitute (the consulate will not ask a French woman for the same anti-prostitution proof, as though only Pakistani women are suspicious enough to wish to spend that much time in dreary Malaysia).
Big fat epic day.
Life changing day.
A day of monster proportions.
An exhausting emotional day.
A day of hope.
Now I have to sleep.
I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
I’ve just realized that you never ever say Arizona and Leah kiss, it was all just about the sex for Arizona then…right? Yes that or Shonda knew she’d get a brick thrown at her for showing that.
Maybe or did they? crap I can’t remember.
Leah is a prop, a sex toy. Not showing them doing the dirty or even kissing is deliberate - shows distance, prevents the impression of intimacy, is a way if showing the audience it means nothing…well, IMO.
Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.
“Too often, we carry around those things from our past that hurt us the most. Don’t let past pain rob you of your present happiness. You had to live through it in the past, and that cannot be changed, but if the only place it lives today is in your mind, then forgive, let go, and be free.”
Sometimes it takes a while for us to realise that we are carrying around these things from the past. They often lie hidden yet show in everything we do and say. When we realise, and you let them go, it’s liberating.
this was too cool not to reblog