As years of falsehoods and manufactured memories fall away, her mind brings back a single thread of truth to her. An American’s voice, quiet and intense, whispers her name - Natalia - into her ear at night. And it’s a ghost rattling around in the confines of her brain and in between the shattered spaces of her heart. It’s the color of blood dripping on pure white snow.
a cat and a Tony in one pic will never be wrong. 1 hour more or less, and that i referenced the cat butt’s from my cat’s butt
buttception!! ok shut up don
In case you hadn’t heard, that’s a really good desk. Oh. Yeah, I know. I mean I heard. Did you know the agent who sat here before? I knew both of them. Well you don’t have to tell me. It’s pretty clear I’m looking at some gigantic shoes. Unfillable. True. But I think both women who sat there would say the same thing. When it comes to growing,
there’s no better place for a desk than next to these three.
RDJ with his son Exton for Vanity Fair (x)