“My parents split up when I was seven, so my grandmother was the one stable thing in my life. She’d cook me dinner, tuck me in bed, then put on her nurse’s uniform and go to work. She was already 65 by then, but somehow she’d still find the energy to cook me breakfast when she came home. She understood me. We shared secrets. Both of us tended toward melancholy, and she made me feel OK about that. We also had similar weaknesses. Oma put everyone else before herself. My grandfather was abusive and abandoned her. But when he got cancer in his old age, she told him: ‘Come back home Joe, I’ll take care of you.’ She nursed him until he died. That’s the kind of person she was. Christmas was always a huge deal for her. It was the main reason she kept working. She’d save up all year for it. Each of her grandkids would get twenty presents, and they’d be stacked to the ceiling. Unfortunately her health was never great because she smoked her entire life. And when I visited her in December of 2017, she was in horrible shape. She couldn’t walk more than a few steps without gasping for air. I remember carrying her up the stairs and putting her to bed. I read her books from my childhood. And she hated every minute of it, I’m sure. Because she hated being cared for. When our time was finished, and I was walking out the door, she told me: ‘Nick, I love you so much. And please don’t tell anyone, but this is the last time you’re going to see me.’ I cried the entire way to the airport. And three days later she died. It was the week before Christmas. My entire family flew to her house for the funeral, and there were tons of presents, for every child and grandchild, perfectly wrapped and placed under the tree. But I was too heartbroken to go. And I think she anticipated that. Because on December 23rd I received a package. It was postmarked the day that she died. Inside was a bottle of holy water, a rosary, and a card that said: ‘Right now you probably feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, and it’s going to come crashing down. But keep going. We all have a purpose in life. And one of the reasons you are here was to bring some happiness into mine.’”
Press footage of the original Broadway cast of Sunday in the Park with George (1984)
(½) “My childhood was dominated by her stories: living in the ghetto for two years, surviving off potato peels, running like an animal from the Nazis. She was the only one who survived. I have no grandparents. No aunts or uncles. Her entire family was killed. We rose up from the ashes. And my mother became a monster. She deprived us like she was deprived. My brother and I were always made to feel like a burden. Like we were leeching from her. There were no special occasions. No birthdays. No cake. Everything was counted. Everything was calculated. Whenever I asked for something, I was made to feel responsible for World War II. She’d say: ‘I didn’t survive Hitler to get you a bag of potato chips.’ She never let me feel like we were in America. I felt like I was the one wearing stripes. I’ve dreamed about Hitler since I was child. He tells me I’m a mistake. And that I should have been killed. I remember when I grew older and started visiting the houses of friends. I saw how their parents treated them. How they were given gifts. And how they were loved. It felt like I was crawling out of the sewer, after the war, and learning that this entire time, some people had been living normal lives.“
ok but everyone was talking about anne hathaway and cate blanchett being hot in oceans 8 but i was literally just ogling helena bonham carter the whole time like that woman is FIFTY TWO. and she still looks fucking beautiful like how
“My mom said: ‘Val has something to say to you.’ I was sitting on the stairwell, crying. And he knew right away that I was pregnant. He didn’t yell. He didn’t say anything. He just started pacing. But I knew what he was thinking: I was eighteen years old, I was his only daughter, and he thought that having a child would ruin my life. When he finally stopped pacing, he told me: you can either get an abortion or leave the house. I knew then that I’d be entirely on my own. I started saving money from each paycheck to spend on clothing and supplies. But I had no idea what I was going to do when the baby came. My father wasn’t speaking to me. There was no eye contact. No nothing. Not that he’d ever been good at expressing his emotions. His mother had died when he was a baby. He’d had a tough life. From the outside like he didn’t care, but my mother told me that he was crying himself to sleep every night. After a few weeks he began to soften. He asked to see the sonogram. It wasn’t exactly a celebration, but at least he asked to see it. On the day of my C-section, dad spent that day drinking alone, which he rarely did. He was pretty drunk by the time I left for the hospital. He didn’t say a thing. My mom just looked at him and shook her head. But I was in the hospital for five days after my son was born, and every day my dad would visit. He’d bring us food. He’d hold my son for hours at a time. And when I came back home, there was a letter waiting for me on my bed. I’ve only read it twice in my life. Because it makes me cry too much. But he apologized for his behavior. And he said that we were going to be fine. My son is eight years old now. And whenever it’s Father’s Day at school, he brings home art for Papa. The two of them are inseparable. They’re always playing something. My son is always giving him hugs, and kisses, and saying ‘I love you.’ And Papa says it back. It’s the only time he ever says it to anyone. With my son he has no choice. It’s not in Papa’s nature to be affectionate. But it’s my son’s nature. He’s so open and natural with his emotions. He’ll give love for no reason at all, and his Papa has no choice but to accept it.”
Meeeeeeeeeee
MARS IN THE 1st HOUSE: Observations
Life is a battlefield for those with this placement, and they are in the mood to conquer. Their sense of energy is abundant and their incredible ambition allows them to achieve anything they set their mind on. Mars loves being in the first house and this offers the native many benefits. People with this placement live for an adrenaline rush. They can find this through risky activities and competitive sports. They love a good argument, to them it’s a game. They know that when it comes to a true disagreement there is no right or wrong answer, so they instead focus on being the best. Sometimes they can be quite ruthless in the delivery of their tactics, but ultimately these natives are pretty lighthearted. If anything, people who have Mars in the first house are just chasing after a good time. They uplift everyone’s spirits and motivate others to take action. Obviously, these people make for fantastic leaders. People with Mars in the first house know what they want and they know how to get it. They also have the energy to match this and will work hard to achieve what they believe to be rightfully theirs. This inspires others, people with Mars in the first house really are the blueprint. Sometimes there is a tendency to act without thinking, this can be good or bad. In situations where it is required to be quick on your feet, people with this placement rise to the occasion. However, in a situation that requires a sense of patience and tedious detailed efforts, they may struggle. These individuals may also struggle with high levels of aggression. It is common for people with this placement to be known for an act of violence that they inflicted. Even if those with this placement have never resorted to violence, others know that they are very much capable of it. These individuals also struggle with acts of violence being inflicted upon them, this is why they put up an aggressive front to protect themselves. They would rather swing first than take a hit. People with this placement also struggle with compromise. This can prove to be a major problem within personal relationships, and there is a tendency to dominate romantic partners. They can be possessive and don’t like the idea of others looking at their partner. They are pretty unapologetic and set in their ways, so it can be difficult to point this behavior out because they take it as a direct hit to their ego. These individuals need to remember that they still deserve love and appreciation even if they made a mistake. They want to punish themselves more than anyone, and when they do this they only set themselves back more. Failure hits them deep, but they bounce back quickly. People who have Mars in the first house believe in themselves on a fundamental level, and they always know that they could be better. They have the foresight to know when it’s the right moment to push past their own limits, especially when it comes to physical activity. These individuals are incredibly sexy, their bodies are sculpted to perfection. There is a sharp gleam in their eyes that excites others, and their smiles look dangerous. Even if they are not an athlete, others will assume so. People with this placement are just as thrilling to look at as their personalities are.
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
Hi! Umh I have a question about astrology. What are the sign on birthchart that some one is loyal or fidelity. Sorry for my bad English because it isn't my first language. Thank you!~ P/S: I just found your blog by tumblr suggestion and I love it! Your blog has 2 things I love: astrology and Kpop. I hope you update frequently. Best wishes for you!
Indicators of loyalty in the birth chart
Water (Cancer/SCORPIO/Pisces) and/or Earth (Taurus/Virgo/Capricorn) placements in your big 6
Pluto/Scorpio dominant
Personal planets in the 2nd, 4th, 6th, 7th and/or 8th
Stellium in the 2nd and/or 8th
Moon-Venus
Moon-Saturn
Moon-Neptune
Moon-Pluto
Venus-Saturn
Venus-Neptune
Venus-Pluto
Narcissa: *observes if there’s any weed in the garden before entering the area of the house.*
Narcissa: *carefully looks around before making her way to the rear of the house to find rest of the weeds.*
Narcissa: *feels relieved finding no weed in the whole garden.*
Narcissa: *finally reaches the door, straightens the folds of her dress, clears her throat and rings the bell.*
Narcissa: *enters the house holding her head high, greets Mrs Granger in a very sophisticated manner.*
Narcissa: *as Hermione’s mother leaves to get some tea, she jumps into her operation.*
Narcissa: *checking if there’s dust on the furniture.*
Narcissa: *surfing the TV channels continuously.*
Narcissa: *unnecessarily switching the LED lights on and off.*
Narcissa: *enjoying her childish acts.*
Narcissa: *suddenly notices Mrs Granger standing at the door, holding a tray, staring at her with round eyes in amazement.*
Narcissa: *immediately sits straight and tries to act normal but soon realises her efforts to look normal has gone in vain already.*
Narcissa: How Mugglish!
Inside the Playbill of 6 shows with Bernadette Peters: On the town (1971), Sunday in the Park with George (1984), Into the Woods (1987), Annie Get Your Gun (1999), Gypsy (2003), and Follies (2011)