Well, I know that I’d watch it…
Please, PLEASE someone make this movie. You can have all my monies.
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When people tell me they don't read, in my head, I'm always asking "How?!" -
How can you not? How do you cope? How do you deal with all the shit life flings at you if you can’t hide away in a book?
Some will say “music,” and I used to say music, too, but there are times when a song can magnify all your bad feelings and make everything so much worse.
But never books. For a few hours, I can pick up a bundle of paper and just lose myself in a life that isn’t mine, a life that doesn’t have the trials and trivialities of my own (decidedly mundane, but at times, overwhelming) existence. Watching movies or television is entertaining, but it isn’t as all-consuming as drowning yourself in words and making them come to life in your head.
It’s an escape. I can check out of my life for a while and check into someone else’s. I can, through my imagination, be someone else and, if I’m lucky, actually have a clear resolution at the end. I can actually win.
Real life makes no such promises.
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“Speaking of those kids, how about actress Maisie Williams? As Arya, she’s already found the role she was born to play just a few short years after she was actually born – holding her own in a scene with freaking Charles Dance as Tywin Lannister, then pretty much going through puberty on camera while eyeing the glorious beefcake of Joe Dempsie as Gendry, Harrenhal’s sexiest shirtless slave-laborer.” — The Rolling Stone recap of The Ghost of Harrenhal (via ludus)
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