An Improbable Fiction

"There is no such thing as a child who hates to read; there are only children who have not found the right book."

- Frank Serafini (via booksandnerds)
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morningflowers:

I was eight years old when I decided to be an actor. And I am just so privileged to be gazing on the beautiful face of the woman who inspired me that beautiful day, and that’s Cicely Tyson.

And when I woke up and realized how difficult it was to be an actor, and how the rejection was so high, then another beautiful face graced the screen when I was in college, and that was Meryl, who just… [applause]…always inspires me.

But there’s so many people involved in “The Help,” in lieu of mentioning all them, I just have to say that, what is there but a dream. You can’t trade in your dream for another dream. I am so proud to be an actor, and I thank the Screen Actors Guild for this award.

And I have a special, special note to the kids in Central Falls, Rhode Island, in Segue Institute of Learning in Central Falls, Rhode Island:

to dream big and dream fierce. Thank you very much.

Source: morningflowers

(via duckponds)

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kindaloveszondy:

I’m dead.
credited to: http://ladysugarlips.tumblr.com/

kindaloveszondy:

I’m dead.

credited to: http://ladysugarlips.tumblr.com/

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grayskymorning:

Love the Most by Scarlett S. Diaz

grayskymorning:

Love the Most by Scarlett S. Diaz

Source: Flickr / scarlettdiaz

uncertainnoise:

Romeo And Juliet re-covered by Simon Lindenthaler. I really like this one.

uncertainnoise:

Romeo And Juliet re-covered by Simon Lindenthaler. I really like this one.

(via yafriction)

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vitawoolf:

The point of this photo is the embarrassed Elizabeth McGovern hiding behind the candles.

vitawoolf:

The point of this photo is the embarrassed Elizabeth McGovern hiding behind the candles.

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“Youuuu had a daaaaate where Saaaarah madeee you diiiiinner!” Ern sings meanwhile in a deep and warbling voice, roughly to the tune of You Raise Me Up. “You haaaaad a daaaaate, and nowwww she wants some sexxxxx …”


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs.

(via the-hobbit)

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earlyfrost:

A map of Paris, c. 1550

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