rizzoliandislestfln:

Maura ‘not-so-subtle’ Isles. 

samosevie:

Beauty has to start from inside, and then it rises up like a wonderful volcano. - Stana Katic 

when my mom asks me how my midterms are going

fortheloveofthedegree:

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addisonsmontgomery:

In which Kate Walsh talks about her love for food.

This sounds very odd to people who haven’t been malnourished, maybe even to those who have, but scientifically speaking, your body will actually override your brain and make you eat. You suddenly find yourself hanging up the phone after having ordered a pizza, with no way to hide either pizza or the hunger it implies. You lock yourself in your bedroom and eat it and puke. Or, you find yourself alone in the cafeteria, filling plate after plate, and you’re so bloody hungry that the smell of the food, the existence of all-you-can-eat buffets, the garish light and the laughter and hundreds of mouths opening wide and taking in food, take over and you eat and eat and eat and run to the bathroom and puke. Or, one day to find yourself walking along, and you impulsively stop in a restaurant, order an enormous dinner, and puke in the woods.


Maybe the issue is that your body remembers a time when you did eat normally. When you were hungry, you stopped at a restaurant and ate. There is a kind of buzzing that goes on in your brain, and you miraculously forget, at least long enough to eat, that you are studiously trying to be a good anoretic. Midway through the food you remember, but then it’s too late and you’re still fucking hungry and you’re hungry even after the food’s all gone, but then you feel so unbelievably guilty and hideous that you have to, you have to throw up, and so you do and everything feels better.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir Of Anorexia And Bulimia  (via 90812)
I can’t get through this without somebody to touch, somebody to love.

agirlnamedally:

moniquill:

No guys, I need to stop and talk about something in this movie and how fucking revolutionary it was; something that I haven’t seen in a movie before or since.

This is a movie about a kid who leaves her birth family.

Not a kid who find that they have a secret lineage or something that allows them to find their ‘true family’ - this is a movie about a kid whose true birth family is made up of bad people. So she gets out. And that is played as the right thing to do. She isn’t punished for it or made to feel bad about ‘abandoning her family’. There isn’t an underlying ‘but they’re your family and you have to love them’ or ‘they’re your family and they love you even if they don’t show it well or do hurtful things’ message of the kind that I see OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER in media. Matilda gets out and lives happily ever after because of it.

We need a million more movies like this to counter the metric shit ton of movies that directly counter this message.

Reasons Matilda is the best book/movie ever.

aausten