“She doesn’t approve of fashion magazines. It’s chichi and an unrealistic approach to self-impressions as well as economics.”

“We’re going to have trouble. She’s a thinker.”

(Source: elizabthmontgomery, via katuriankaturiankaturian)

Audrey Hepburn and director Billy Wilder on the set of Sabrina, 1953.

(Source: rareaudreyhepburn, via katuriankaturiankaturian)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #333 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text below, in case it’s too tiny for your eyeballs :)
“There are a few things that only time can teach you and only through experience will you remember. The first and most haunting of these is that the day will come that you will break.  Break like glass and scatter yourselves out over the floor with no particular rhyme and certainly no reason.  Pieces of you will fall off that you never knew were there and never bothered to dwell upon. On this day, All I know how to say is that you must hold on tightly to the hope that you, beautiful and broken you, were made of pieces that  broke evenly.  Clean breaks and sharp edges so that there will always remain the distinct possibility that someone, someone more than you, will remember the picture you used to paint, the vase you used to be that held the water that kept the flowers of your soul alive. Hold on to the hope that they are coming and they are the glue strong enough to erase the seams of your most misfortunate fall, because you will fall. I see so many frantically trying to number their pieces; Categorize and organize and prepare themselves for the break that is waiting for us all.  Do not be these people and do not fall into this trap because I know a secret that not even time or experience have learned yet… We are already broken and we have always been shattered. If we see ourselves as the shining and scattered portions of a whole and then glance inward, we will become overwhelmed with the breath-stealing realization that this day, and every day between now and the day we become the fragments again is a gift we’ve never had to open.  You are broken, you will break. You are the pieces, but you’ll always be the whole. Steal back the secret and marvel and let your jaw meet the floor in perfect awe at the pieces, the wonderful pieces that are gracing the ground they fell upon.”

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #333 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text below, in case it’s too tiny for your eyeballs :)

“There are a few things that only time
can teach you and only through experience will you remember.
The first and most haunting of these is that the day will come
that you will break.  Break like glass and scatter yourselves
out over the floor with no particular rhyme
and certainly no reason.  Pieces of you will fall off
that you never knew were there and never bothered to dwell upon.
On this day, All I know how to say is that you must hold on
tightly to the hope that you, beautiful and broken you,
were made of pieces that  broke evenly.  Clean breaks
and sharp edges so that there will always remain the distinct
possibility that someone, someone more than you, will remember
the picture you used to paint, the vase you used to be that held
the water that kept the flowers of your soul alive.
Hold on to the hope that they are coming and they
are the glue strong enough to erase the seams of your most
misfortunate fall, because you will fall.
I see so many frantically trying to number their pieces;
Categorize and organize and prepare themselves
for the break that is waiting for us all.  Do not be these
people and do not fall into this trap because I know a secret
that not even time or experience have learned yet…
We are already broken and we have always been shattered.
If we see ourselves as the shining and scattered portions
of a whole and then glance inward, we will become overwhelmed
with the breath-stealing realization that this day,
and every day between now and the day we become the
fragments again is a gift we’ve never had to open.

You are broken, you will break.
You are the pieces,
but you’ll always be the whole.
Steal back the secret and marvel
and let your jaw meet the floor in perfect awe
at the pieces, the wonderful pieces
that are gracing the ground
they fell upon.”

Hahaha. This is amazing.

(via transponsters)

Gets me every time.

Gets me every time.

WHY, ROOKIE BLUE!?
How could you do this to me!?
"I can’t be a cop and be with you!?"
WHAT!?
"To the good times!?"
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
NO. Rewind my day and make me decide to NEVER watch this show again! 
It’s too damn early for me to be mourning a fictional character right now!

WHY, ROOKIE BLUE!?

How could you do this to me!?

"I can’t be a cop and be with you!?"

WHAT!?

"To the good times!?"

ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

NO. Rewind my day and make me decide to NEVER watch this show again! 

It’s too damn early for me to be mourning a fictional character right now!

All my instincts, they return.

And the grand facade, so soon will burn.

Without a noise, without my pride.

I reach out from the inside.

Set the dark on fire. 

Do it. 

Do it.