Jessica Chastain arrives at amfAR’s 20th Annual Cinema Against AIDS event

It’s may in the Amazon

my AC broke today

I’m on my own

tomorrow is a holiday

sierrademulder:

 
Vitamin D. Sunlight. Go
outside. Get a good night

of sleep. Not too good.

Not shades drawn forever
good. Not like you used to.

Open the windows.

Buy more houseplants.
Breathe. Meditate. (One day,

you will no longer be

afraid of being alone
with your thoughts.)

Exercise. Actually exercise

instead of just googling it.
Eat well. Cook for yourself.

Organize your closet, the

garage. Drink plenty of water
and repeat after me:

I am not a problem

to be solved. Repeat after me:
I am worthy I am worthy I am

neither the mistake nor

the punishment. Forget to take
vitamins. Let the houseplant die.

Eat spoonfuls of peanut butter.

Shave your head. Forget
this poem. It doesn’t matter—

there is no wrong way

to remember the grace of your
own body; no choice

that can unmake itself.

There is only now, here,
look: you are already

forgiven.

- Sierra DeMulder

rryland:

do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence 

robertandlittled:

“After lunch we lounge for an hour or two in his wife’s office. There’s a lot of this kind of art in the house. Among the many pieces in just this room, there’s a Giacometti drawing behind me and a Banksy in the middle of the wall to my left. And the Miró. “Honey likes Mirós,” he says. “She’s crazy about them. We’ve got a bunch of them. We don’t have a collection, per se. There’s smatterings.” (There is a slight marital divergence on this issue, of the kind you can indulge when you’ve had a chain of recent hits like Downey’s: “I like Picasso—she likes Miró.”) Also on the wall here, just by the Miró, is a photographic triptych of the Downeys’ 1-year-old son documenting the first time Exton ate spinach, with fairly calamitous results.”

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“We have eccentric people on my side of the family,” Susan protests. “We just don’t have any…” She pauses there.

“…Aberrant behaviors?” suggests Downey. “Yes,” she says.

“Thank you,” says Downey.

“Those were the words I was dodging,” she says. As they leave, he kisses his wife, then his son, and then his son one more time on the flesh of his back. I ask him whether it seems surreal to him—his life now compared with fifteen years ago. Or is surreal the wrong word?

“No, it’s not the wrong word,” he says, and mentions that when he was out walking Exton in his stroller around the neighborhood this morning, he was remembering how he used to do the same when his first son was young. “Life,” he says, “is just so painful and messy and hard and worth it and all that stuff.”

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“Before the recent upturn in his career, Downey says that he was not a wealthy man. “The missus has always been able to pull in some ducats here and there,” he says. “I was definitely leaning on her for a while. And happily so, I might add. I would make a great deadbeat husband—I would have no problem with that whatsoever.”

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I ask Downey what was the key thing that finally enabled him to move away from where he was and how he used to be. He suggests that any answer he gives today might be different from an answer yesterday or tomorrow. “What would I say?” he considers. “I fell in love?” He offers this in a way that seems to say: That’s certainly true, but if you imagine that any one answer can fill the gap that follows a question like that, then you don’t really have a clue what it is that you’re asking about.

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“I’m falling back into this unknown place,” he says, “away from all these kinds of easy wins.” His wife was already a successful movie producer when he met her. “I’m kind of saying, ‘Honey, what do you think we should do?’ That is the great luxury that that Avengers payday affords us.” Their husband-and-wife production company is called Team Downey. “I like working with her. I’d rather just do stuff with her.”

       Robert Downey Jr. and his missus. GQ, May 2013

alloutorg:

BREAKING: Brazil’s National Council of Justice just ruled that ALL couples have the right to marry. 

It’s a beautiful day for Brazil - no one should have to face discrimation because of who they are or who they love. Spread the word!

khaleesi:

pluralisms:

blackkatemoennig:

apnasahara:

blackkatemoennig:

I don’t know how to describe it but something about the blog “your fave is problematic” rubs me the wrong way

Maybe because they’re nitpicking every individual? It’s almost like “you shouldn’t like this person because they’re horrible and here’s a list of their flaws to prove it”

yeah, it’s also like really hard for everyone to be 100 perfect all the time. even though celebrities have a lot of power and influence they are still human beings who make mistakes.

idk i’m just not feelin it

it substitutes making lists of everyone’s mistakes for doing actual work / it allows the people who run it and contribute to it to feel like “good people” because their lists are not quite so long 

& doesn’t allow for personal growth and development. everyone does or says stupid shit, what matters is whether or not you learn from it.

also, there was this great text post a while back about how if someone does something that influences your life, you shouldn’t be made to feel terribly because they’re problematic. I think the example given was “say there’s a gay kid and he loves ernest hemingway, and ernest hemingway changes his life and makes him feel less alone, then later he finds out ernest hemingway is actually really problematic — are we to tell that kid that he’s a bad person for being affected by hemingway’s work because hemingway fucked up?”

In short: “your fave is problematic” is problematic

Same Gwyneth, same. 

michonneing:

Will ” I’m so done” Graham

castamererain:

pleatedjeans:

Depression Part 2 by Hyperbole and a Half is the most important thing you’ll read all day.