what to wear when…cracking under the public mask donned long ago. it was her show, it is her shield, it will be her ruin. she doesn’t know if the mask is killing her or transforming her. maybe hurting is just becoming. splintering under its splendor, all ornamental agony, pain is now a point of pride. she will hold her head high until it is wrenched from her neck.
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…oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts — a clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself. We began the impossible process of trying to forget them.
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[Aubrey] Plaza says her dream is to do a real middle-of-the-road romantic comedy, specifically one with Ryan Gosling, who once approached her in a juice bar to tell her he loves Parks and Recreation. “I’d work in a flower shop and be insecure. And he’d work in real estate—sorry, I’m pitching a movie to you.” She’s not sorry. She keeps pitching. “And there’s always cupcake batter on my face, and I’m like, ‘I just made these cupcakes, but I don’t know how I feel!’ And he’s like, ‘Let me get that cupcake batter off your face … with my dick.’” She’s cracking up. “Cut to me giving him a hand job. Sorry, I’ve had too much caffeine.” (x)
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That awkward moment when two master assassins resort to hair pulling and biting
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Budapest was more than just a job.
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