I mean, Vincent Cassel said ““We talked very seriously about ‘Eastern Promises 2’ and it’s going to be shot in Russia with Viggo and myself.”
And before that, there was this about how a second one was planned.
But all last year, it seems like there was no word. Did I miss anything?
I decided to make this tofu recipe because my brother is vegetarian and I’m trying to eat healthy, and right now I’m really touched at how concerned my brother is about my feelings, because it was just bloody awful. Like, gag reflex-triggering, nausea-inducing AWFUL and I couldn’t bring myself to eat more than a couple bites.
But my brother was trying so hard to pretend to like it, eating it in conjunction with his spinach and broccoli like it was no big thing, saying things like “it’s really not that bad, the sauce is just a little strong, that’s all,” while my mom is literally holding her nose as she observes him eating it. And I was semi-pleading with him to stop eating it, omg.
And then I leaned over to my little dog and said, “Lex, do you like tofu?” and put some in his bowl, he sniffed it and wandered away, and my little sister said, “maybe if you put some in your mouth to show him it’s kind of edible.” And my brother was like, “what do you mean, kind of edible?! It was completely edible! You are very rude!”
And I’m like
I have this affliction where I love too hard, but I am such an expert at appearing to love at a normal-human level.
I think nearly everyone loves “too hard”. I think we just live in a society where it’s “weird” to truly care about people, so everyone acts like they’re just amiably affectionate.
Plus, everyone’s terrified of everyone else—of getting hurt, of getting rejected, etc etc.
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LOL I’M SORRY. THIS WAS A COMEDIC POST AND I GOT SUPER SERIOUS ON IT. MY BAD.
LOL NO DON’T WORRY, it was ~serious thoughts~ masked as a comedic post because I was afraid of sounding weird. Right on, you are. :D
Telling people how much they mean to me, how thankful I am to have them in my life, how much I love them.
But I haven’t sent any of them. I’m not sure why, really.
You are one step ahead of me. I feel like I have yet to master the normal appearance. I just scare people off in droves. o_o
It’s so difficult. There’s this one person that I just want to hug forever and be like, “I love you I love you I love you you are a light in the fucking darkness I love you soooo much thank you for being there for me always oh my goddd I looooveee youuu!”
But they aren’t comfortable with that sort of affection, so I restrain it, and keep the “I love you”s spaced apart at least once a month, y’ know? And I know they love me back so its no big.
But damn. THIS HEART OF MINE COULD BURST ANY DAY, for serious.
I have this affliction where I love too hard, but I am such an expert at appearing to love at a normal-human level.
I understand both sides of this Cynthia Nixon debate.
One thing that bothers me, though, is how supporters of her statement dismiss “born this way” as catering to right-wing conservatism or that shame is intrinsic to it. I can see how for some, “born this way” might just be a way to say “I can’t help it.”
But I find it empowering, so who are you to look down on me and tell me that it isn’t? I’m reading these arguments from people that are shaming others for dictating how Cynthia identifies herself, that we have no right to impose our own views about love and sexuality on her, but then they lambaste those who unite behind “born this way.”
For each person, “born this way” might mean something different. But let me define it on my own terms, okay? Don’t define it for me and tell me I’m a weak, shameful homosexual who caters to homophobes if I think otherwise.
I’m not bemoaning my “disability” by saying “I was born this way,” nor am I looking to appease my homophobic straight foes. I’m thanking the universe or fate or science or circumstances or whatever for making me the way I am.
I am literally fucking overjoyed that I was born this way.
(Source: factsaboutqueers)
