petition to give beverly katz 500% more screentime
Anthony Perkins, 1962.
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When I'm at my keyboard: My stories can wait
When I'm at my keyboard: Tumblr is calling
Zoe Saldana for Allure
‘i loved you more than anyone motherfucker’
♡ ELECTRA HEART ♡
They will never understand
The journey that you’re onLadies of Disney → Kidagakash Nedakh
For time to us seems an eternity,
But we are only meat and sweat,
Our blood is made of iron,
And we will rust. —(via tosk-ah)
*throws chair* *smashes table* SOMEONE MAKE OUT WITH ME *punches wall*
I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn’t lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.
The focus on eyes emphasises the overall desperation for secrets and trust that characterises both the FBI and the criminals. On close ups, having Jodie Foster look slightly off camera and all the other actors straight on, subtly highlights the fact that most of the film is from Clarice’s point of view and that others struggle to know her intimately. When she finally confides in Lecter and tells him about her childhood and the lambs, she looks straight into the camera for one of the first times [x]
