“We are actors, we didn’t get into this because we wanted scandal. We want to live our lives and be actors and like Jen and I always say…people say well you chose to be an actor you are going to have to deal with this kind of thing…well, no…We didn’t chose to have public scandal, we chose to become artists of acting and I love making movies this is what I can do, this is what I am good at. So it’s like because this is what I am good at and this is my career means I also have to suffer on this other side? Like, it’s not very fair.”

Josh Hutcherson defending Jennifer Lawrence

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This is so important. They protect one another.

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iamadamstanley:

Again, we are lying in the grass in her front yard. I think it was in 1990, and it had to be at least October, because there were yellow leaves all around us, and her pale cheeks were red from the cold. We were so close I could feel the heat of her exhaled breath on my face. Only inches from each others lips, we are forever fixed in this position, like two, separate worlds, who are always on the verge of falling into the deepest parts of each other. Our bodies were nearly imperceptible, only faint  brushstrokes, captured in once vibrant, now faded oils on the vast emptiness of an unfinished canvas, forever poised on the edge of fate’s crumbling precipice. “Ever wonder what you will look like when you’re older?” she asked. “Not really.” “I see myself as a tall woman who always wears dresses and high heels.” “You’re almost fifteen and you’re only 5’2, I don’t see you growing much more,” I said. “I mean, I know I wont be tall, but it’s just how I see myself.” “I don’t suppose I see myself at all.” “Maybe it’s too scary.” she said. “What?” “You could be afraid of what you’ll see. I am,” she said. She lay back in the grass. Her hair was long and straight and it spilled around her as if she were underwater.
                       ~~Adam Stanley  All My Sins Remembered

iamadamstanley:

Again, we are lying in the grass in her front yard. I think it was in 1990, and it had to be at least October, because there were yellow leaves all around us, and her pale cheeks were red from the cold. We were so close I could feel the heat of her exhaled breath on my face. Only inches from each others lips, we are forever fixed in this position, like two, separate worlds, who are always on the verge of falling into the deepest parts of each other. Our bodies were nearly imperceptible, only faint  brushstrokes, captured in once vibrant, now faded oils on the vast emptiness of an unfinished canvas, forever poised on the edge of fate’s crumbling precipice.
“Ever wonder what you will look like when you’re older?” she asked.
“Not really.” “I see myself as a tall woman who always wears dresses and high heels.”
“You’re almost fifteen and you’re only 5’2, I don’t see you growing much more,” I said.
“I mean, I know I wont be tall, but it’s just how I see myself.”
“I don’t suppose I see myself at all.”
“Maybe it’s too scary.” she said.
“What?”
“You could be afraid of what you’ll see. I am,” she said. She lay back in the grass. Her hair was long and straight and it spilled around her as if she were underwater.

                       ~~Adam Stanley  All My Sins Remembered