winonaslaughter:

In that scene, Francis [Ford Coppola] used a real Romanian priest. We shot the master and he did the whole thing. So I think we’re married. 

We said yes?

Don’t you remember that? It was on Valentine’s Day. 

Oh my gosh, we’re married.


Winona Ryder and Keanu Reeves about the wedding scene from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (x)

madsciences:

doom-exe:

madsciences:

onewingandabrokenhalo:

madsciences:

kilbaro:

JESUS?? 

JESUS????

i had no idea they were so frickin huge

I love them so much because they’re about as sharp as a baseball and their anatomy is ridiculous to the point of them literally being classified as plankton for years because they just sort of get blown around by the ocean and look confused, but because they lay more eggs than ANY OTHER VERTEBRATE IN EXISTENCE, evolution can’t stop them

Why is no big predator coming and gnawing on them?

Their biggest defense is that they’re massive and have super tough skin, but they do get hunted by sharks or sea lions sometimes and they just sort of float there like ‘oh bother’ as it happens

Even funnier, because they eat nothing but jellyfish they’re really low in nutritional value anyway, so they basically survive by being not worth eating because they’re like a big floating rice cracker wrapped in leather.

So basically the only reason natural selection hasn’t taken care if them is because they are the most useless fish

yes, they’ve perfected uselessness to the point of being unstoppable

a true inspiration

doktorgirlfriend:

“Why does Tumblr romanticize Hades so much?”

Idk Clarice, maybe we’re just tired, and life is uncertain, and we like the idea of a stable husband with a steady job and a big dog and his own place away from all the loud, shapeshifting-kink party gods.

exhaustedscreen:

‘The grave of the Russian composer Alfred Schnittke in Novodevichye Cemetery in Moscow is surmounted by a stone on which is engraved a rest beneath a fermata with a triple forte noted at the bottom: A very, very loud extended silence.’

– John Biguenet, Silence (London: Bloomsbury, 2015), p.49.

snarky-gourmet:

snarky-gourmet:

sleep makes me so mad tbfh do you know how much shit i could get done if this flesh prison didn’t require literal hours of laying there in a state of unconsciousness

that being said if you deprive me of my sleep i will Cry