Inglés como segundo idioma.

26. Masters student/idiotic idealistic.

 

heisenbergchronicles:

5x14: Ozymandias
Fun Factoids: In the background, Walt Jr. is serving the episode’s writer, Moira Walley-Beckett, exactly as her credit appears on screen. Says Moira about her cameo, “I wanted to be a meth whore but they made me play a car wash customer.” (x)

heisenbergchronicles:

5x14: Ozymandias

Fun Factoids: In the background, Walt Jr. is serving the episode’s writer, Moira Walley-Beckett, exactly as her credit appears on screen. Says Moira about her cameo, “I wanted to be a meth whore but they made me play a car wash customer.” (x)

heisenbergchronicles:

5x14: Ozymandias

"It cuts away from it pretty quick but I liked how it lined up there when he’s pointing the gun at Dean’s head, it’s also pointing straight at Walt’s heart when he’s in the background." - Director of Ozymandias, Rian Johnson +

heisenbergchronicles:

5x14: Ozymandias

"It cuts away from it pretty quick but I liked how it lined up there when he’s pointing the gun at Dean’s head, it’s also pointing straight at Walt’s heart when he’s in the background." - Director of Ozymandias, Rian Johnson +

(Source: jodiecomer)

@lasdoscosas said: qué linda estás!

Gracias

 

Poema 10 

Hemos perdido aún este crepúsculo. 
Nadie nos vio esta tarde con las manos unidas 
mientras la noche azul caía sobre el mundo. 
He visto desde mi ventana 
la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos. 
A veces como una moneda 
se encendía un pedazo de sol entre mis manos. 
Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada 
de esa tristeza que tú me conoces. 
Entonces, dónde estabas? 
Entre qué gentes? 
Diciendo qué palabras? 
Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe 
cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana? 
Cayó el libro que siempre se toma en el crepúsculo, 
y como un perro herido rodó a mis pies mi capa. 
Siempre, siempre te alejas en las tardes 
hacia donde el crepúsculo corre borrando estatuas.

- Pablo Neruda “Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada”

thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham

American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes

"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…

For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…

And Janie. And Carolyn.

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.

You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.