*Writes a line*
*Procrastinates for an hour*
*Watches youtube for an hour*
*Eats everything in fridge*
*Writes a line*
*Thinks deeply about life*
*Feels like tossing the laptop into the ocean*
*Browses Tumblr for an hour*
*Whoa, inspiration strikes*
*Writes 3000+ Words in an hour*
This is alarmingly accurate.
I hate my iPad with all my heart.
Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
I can’t stop watching this.
But who wouldn’t trust that fucker? He was the best dancer on earth. He seemed to be made of air.
If you think I’m gonna let you hurt her, you’re underestimating me
Bob Dylan | It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
Seriously, if you are watching The Leftovers as a mystery, if you want an explanation, if you want to know why, what happened, how to project it into a plot with a beginning and an ending, you shouldn’t be watching.
Or maybe you should.
After all, the show is about us trying to figure out our lives as a mystery, a plot, a beginning that precedes an ending, a meaningful line of deeds, when the ground’s been taken away from us and there’s no convention, there are no words that can grasp the enormity of the things that are happening. If this is a world where no one understands anything, why would we, the viewers, understand something of the so-called plot? The religious air is there but only as longing - or calamity - most probably both. Is it the last days? Is it doom? It’d be too easy to say yes, it is. The world keeps spinning, life goes on, show must continue - all these taglines mean nothing when people don’t know if there is a God or if there isn’t, when it doesn’t even matter at the point everything is falling apart. The fact is nothing is understandable - but humans are trying to understand. That’s the greatness of the show so far - the overwhelming emotion of it too.
What’s the Bob Dylan song?
The sky, too, is folding under you…
the carpet, too, is moving under you...
and it’s all over now, baby blue.
I think I’m supposed to stay broken, maybe we all are.
The leftovers is such a fucking good show
- Anonymous said:headcanon: Rachel calls Quinn ahuvati (Hebrew for my beloved) one day without thinking about it. Quinn of course doesn't know what it means and asks Rachel, who freaks out and avoids Quinn for awhile. But Quinn Googles it and later confronts Rachel.
Does anyone else feel really guilty when they start talking about their own feelings and then immediately regret saying anything...