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you are so l o n e l y…

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i am entitled to that. it’s mine.

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i just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times

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You blame bad parenting? My parents died. You don’t see me raping anyone.

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“i love you.”

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It’s hard. Whatever career you choose to follow is and will be hard. So, what is your gasoline? What is it that will make you bear through the most difficult, darkest moments that you’ll encounter? What is, as a lawyer in the show “How to Get Away with Murder” would say, your motive? I don’t judge, if your motive is to become a millionaire, if it’s becoming famous, getting your ex to regret breaking up with you, it’s okay. The only thing I will say is that motive must be so attached to your being, so impregnated to your skin, that no matter the storm, the rejection, the criticism you receive, that motive has to make you get up and keep giving. “Karla, I’m sorry, we’re looking for someone more famous for this role.” Get up, Karla, come on, keep going. “Karla, we’re looking for someone less famous for this role.” “More latina, less latina, skinnier, less thin.” Come on, Karla, keep going, continue. The amount of rejections and criticism I receive daily vary from comments from producers like these to comments on Twitter like: “No, because I don’t like your acting.” Or: “You’re beautiful, but cross-eyed.” “Chicken legs.” Or comments from family and friends: “Karla, why are you going to Hollywood? You are crazy, think it through. You’ll never make it.” […] Success is the ability to go from failure to failure with enthusiasm, as well said by Churchill. And I believe that a great motive can help you do that. However, my motive has not always been the same. It’s changed, drastically, it’s been eight years. I was at the end of my first year in the three years of my acting career in London and one day, without reason I lose my speech. For three months. I can’t speak, for three months, I can’t formulate one miserable sentence. Not even the doctors, not even the electroencephalograms could tell me what had actually happened. What I can say is that it got to a point of so much frustration, so much desperation that I came to want to end my life. In this moment I look inside myself for the strength I believe to have, search for help from my family, friends, my faith in God and I don’t find anything. There is no cure, no exit. My motive, my gasoline quickly starts to fade and runs outs. The hell I find myself in, however, becomes a little bit less heavy when I start to see my pain, the same kind of pain, reflected in other people’s works of art. In plays, in the movies, in the paintings. Little by little, I start to see my pain and read it in the poems. The words of the poets and the characters begin to fill up my silence. It became the only form in which what I felt and my emotions could be expressed. I connect with the constant questioning of Jack Kerouac’s life and books; I see Frida Kahlo’s paintings and for the first time I can feel the suffering and solitude of her self-portraits. Art turns into something alive. During these three months of silence, pressure and distress, I fall in love, inexplicably, fully and completely with art. The suffering came to me like a nail to the heart from God. And it saddens me knowing that there are people that don’t believe that art is worthy of our attention and of our funding. Because for me, it’s not only a passion, it is what saved my life, what kept me alive.  — Karla Souza on TEDx Talk.

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you said memories…become stories when we forget them. maybe some of them become songs.

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you can look but you can’t touch because she feels it all so much and her fire burns so bright you’ll have to hide from her light

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How long are you going to stay with me? Forever.

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Behind the scenes of Jenna’s shoot for glamour magazine UK. [x]

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they’ll either want to kill you, kiss you or be you.

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favorite character of the episode, 1x10 hello raskolnikov: laurel castillo.

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confused sunflower (◕‿◕✿)