Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.
July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014
Thank you for bringing joy into my childhood and life with your voice and acting. Thank you for your contagious jokes, your wacky impersonations, and amazing acting. Thank you for making my childhood experience better, and thank you for bringing joy to those even though you battled with your own joy. If only you could have known how much you’ve impacted people. Your life work will live on, and you will never be forgotten. I know I won’t forget you. Thank you for helping me whenever I felt sad and having a film for every mood. Gone, but never forgotten.
"My mother tought I was a monster… She was right, of course, but still hurt."
There were not many books allowed in the Black household. While the girls were certainly raised reading about the family history and the accomplishments of the great pureblood wizards of the past, popular books were not allowed to cross the threshold. Druella worried about the influence that too much reading would have on her daughters’ future prospects, and certainly they should only read the Right Books. None of this romance nonsense and certainly never, ever a book by a Muggle author.
How the mythology book ended up in the Black library, Andromeda did not know. Possibly her mother had purchased it to ensure that the constellations she had chosen had suitable backstories. She never asked, for to ask would be to have her mother question why she was reading it, and then she would lose it forever.
She lost herself in those myths. In the tales of heroes and gods, of villains and creatures, and especially in the tales of the nymphs. These women were free, free to pursue music and dance and lovers as they chose. They were immortal, desired by men and gods alike, forever beautiful and young and an integral part of the world around them. Andromeda would imagine herself in their place, guarding an twisted old tree or a hidden grove, luring handsome passersby to stay with her a while and bidding them farewell with a mournful song.
She read the book until it fell to pieces. She never dared to replace it, fearful that her mother would catch her sneaking it into the house and watch her even more carefully than she already did. But she never forgot her nymph dreams, and when she had her own daughter, she gave her a name she hoped would give her the best chance at a free and beautiful life.
If only her own Nymphadora had been as immortal as those of her childhood.
In the name of Mars, I will chastise you!
Because only Vin Diesel could ever be ridiculously nerdy enough to attend the UK world premiere red carpet for Guardians of the Galaxy wearing a “I am Groot” t-shirt and walking on stilts
I suddenly see him standing there. A beautiful stranger, tall and fair.
i did a thing
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M.O.W, I LOOKED AT YOU AND I FELT SOMETHING SO STRANGE INSIDE ME IT MADE ME WANT TO RIP THE STARS OUT OF THE SKY AND NEVER FALL ASLEEP AND SING UNTIL I LOST MY VOICE AND I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU
Women of the World
Photos by Steve McCurry
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