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dailydormer: We shot two or three days in the Sept. Jonathan...

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We shot two or three days in the Sept. Jonathan Pryce is a lot of fun; I’ve enjoyed working with him this season. I was also with Finn Jones, who plays Loras, all that time. It was very moving and fitting that Finn and I should be together for those last three days and the brother and sister should go to their fate together, because you see the brother and sister relationship so beautifully over the years. They go to their deaths physically holding each other.
- Natalie Dormer for Harper’s Bazaar, June 2016.

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youknowjaq: ohwow-fuck-you: youknowjaq: I wrote a poem titled...

Sat, 02 Jul 2016 16:02:06 -0400

youknowjaq:

ohwow-fuck-you:

youknowjaq:

I wrote a poem titled “Instructions for Finding the Love of Your Life” on small pieces of cardstock and stuck them to the street lamps at LACMA Urban Light. She said yes.

OKAY BUT WHAT WERE THE STEPS

Ask and you shall receive lol

Instructions for Finding the Love of Your Life

Step 1

You will meet her at a house party
when you are home from college over winter break.
Bring beer in a Christmas stocking.
She will think it’s cute.
At night’s end, sit on steps outside the locked apartment.
If she’s cold (she will be), offer her your jacket.

Step 2

When you Skype, embarrass yourself
by reciting your monologue.
She will think it’s cute.
The first time you talk, tell her too much.

Step 3

Wake up,
kiss her forehead.
Realize that pledge you had to remain unattached
has been derailed.

Step 4

Begin writing her love letters in a journal.
Eventually, you will give this to her
on your 1st anniversary.

Step 5

Move home.
Feel the pull.
Watch as your lives interlace,
the distance between your bodies
collapses.

Step 6

Talk all night.
Dig deep,
whisper your pasts into quiet earth,
smear the ground smooth,
soothe the scars,
clean the slates.
Fall asleep that night
with legs entwined in Celtic knots
no end, no beginning

Step 7

Don’t sleep.
Slide fingertips
through worn jean rips
high risen rims
over wide hips
split her lips with a kiss
touch her skin
spark the thin line
tracing the brims of your bodies,
not breaking apart
and coming together

Step 8

Feel certainty.
Spoon into the arc of her knees,
study the architecture of her warmth,
wonder how your body slept
before your heartbeats harmonized,
hypnotized by the rhythm of her steady breath,
her pulse
in your nerve endings.

Step 9

Meet her family.
Witness her mannerisms in her parents’ gestures
the way she loves her sisters.
See the concrete layers of her foundation—
lessons she learned early,
reasons you love her.

Step 10

Be boring.
Read books in bed.
Try hard to let her fall asleep before you.
Listen to her blood.
Feel like bursting.

Step 11

Injure your shoulder.
When you wake in pain
in the middle of the night
every night
for the first few weeks,
take note of her soothing voice
the way she stays awake
until she knows you are okay.

Step 12

Buy it when you find it!
With concrete countertops and travertine floors,
the squares that will wear as you walk,
walls that will watch as you age.

Step 13

In your new home,
in your new bed,
press into her back,
kiss the valley of nerves at her hairline,
trace the bumps of her spine,
sense the warmth of her thighs,
think to yourself:
She is the skin and bone of me

Step 14

Buy the ring.

Step 15

Tell her:

In the center of my chest,
beneath the bones and flesh,
between the lungs,
lies the heart that bids blood to the brain,
bears life in measured beats,
opens and bursts with your laughter,
grows, and breaks, and burns,
but of every mark left,
yours is the deepest, most lasting groove.
This is our story.
but if it wasn’t,
in 100,000 other lifetimes,
there’d be 100,000 other versions,
because I know
yours is the heart
that mine would have never stopped searching for.
You are my scent
and sense of home,
the most beautiful, bravest thing
I’ve ever held,
and I want a lifetime
to listen to you sing;
I want to write you love poetry
with 80-year-old fingers.
And I know I’m not perfect,
but this is a promise to never stop trying.
This is the poem
I started writing
6 months after we met,
because I knew then what I still do,
I want you
for the rest of my life.
I want to make you my lawful wedded wife.
So say yes
to all of my flaws,
and the ocean depth of my devotion.
Say yes,
and I will kneel nightly
at the alter of your aspirations,
every morning chanting affirmations
of my everlasting dedication to our love.

Say yes, my darling,
my beautiful girl,
say yes
when I ask you…

Will you marry me?

@exorcismhymn

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@exorcismhymn

lecterist: “House of Memories”

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lecterist:

“House of Memories”

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anotherlesbianandwhat: xxx

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anotherlesbianandwhat:

xxx

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Helen Mirren, photographed by Jon Gorrigan for Stella, June 5 2016.

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