I’ve been missing Meryl Streep so much it hurts. It really hurts. Yeah probably some of you will think I’m crazy, but if you are a real Streeper then you’ll understand my pain. We haven’t seen this woman onscreen in a year (because those events she went don’t really count). I miss going to the movies just to walk out of it and say I’VE JUST SEEN THE MOST AMAZING ACTRESS AND IT MADE MY DAY/MONTH/YEAR/LIFE BETTER. I am in serious need of a Meryl full of awesomeness movie.
(Source: jodanville)
I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW I’M GOING TO BE ABLE TO FUNCTION EVER AGAIN. I WILL PROBABLY BE CRYING THROUGH THE WHOLE THING EVEN IF THERE IS NOTHING TO CRY ABOUT.
WHOEVER I GO SEE IT WITH IS GOING TO HAVE TO PEEL ME OFF OF THE SEAT AND CARRY ME HOME BECAUSE I WON’T BE ABLE TO MOVE. I WILL BE…
THEN I WILL GO HOME AND GO TO SLEEP AND PROBABLY DREAM ABOUT THE WHOLE FUCKING MOVIE. THEN I’LL WAKE UP AND GO SEE IT AGAIN THE NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT AND THE NEXT.
THIS POST WAS SO POINTLESS BUT I JUST STARTED THINKING ABOUT IT AND I GOT REALLY EXCITED.
(Source: dinoswore)
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This… stuff? Oh… ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. You’re also blindly unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St. Laurent, wasn’t it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.