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danivalentine:
This gave me chills.
Jack Nicholson, who played the Joker in 1989 - and who was furious he wasn’t consulted about the creepy role - offered a cryptic comment when told Ledger was dead.
“Well,” Nicholson told reporters in London early Wednesday, “I warned him.”
That last quote gave me chills
Really? Interesting if true
I read something that said he told him not to do it. Joker is one of, if not the, most sadistic villains. He kills to kill. There’s no method. Which is why all of the previous portrails were campy or jokey.
There is no way you can portray a character like that and not bring home even the smallest bits of it. It’s kind of sad. The Joker was scary as shit, and I honestly believe that getting into that character messed with his head.
It would be really interesting to see the notebook Ledger kept while working up the character, maybe it did mess with his head.. and that quote is something to think about, if true.
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8:49 pm • 24 May 2013 • 99,083 notes
“For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.”
— Philip K. Dick (via setbabiesonfire)
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8:48 pm • 24 May 2013 • 9,656 notes
musictoasoul:
I’ve seen too much this year.
I long for it to pass.
The type of memories that turn our hearts to glass.
Your mind and heart at war,
And they thrash inside your lips,
Like an arrow passing through.
Your tounge can kill or it can kiss.
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8:43 pm • 24 May 2013 • 2 notes
shmoomentality:
“She held his cheeks as She said, ‘There are no gates to heaven. There are no doors to happiness. Go forth and love like a choir of mirrors. There is no collar on the beast of sadness, but it does not hunt for you. My darling, wake up. Wake up. It’s morning.’”
— from “The Genius Falls Asleep in Church”, by Sierra DeMulder
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8:42 pm • 24 May 2013 • 3 notes
“Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
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8:24 pm • 24 May 2013 • 244 notes
“He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: ‘You speak,’ he said, ‘the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.’”
— The Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan (via lostinthesounds)
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8:24 pm • 24 May 2013 • 73 notes
“Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.”
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via kayleyhyde)
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4:48 pm • 24 May 2013 • 3,906 notes
