Recently, I have been meeting a lot of new people involved in Tomahawk theatre’s production of Romeo and Juliet at the Oxford Castle of which I am a part of the band (grammar?). Anyway, all of this meeting new people has actually come to teach me something about myself, I think. Don’t worry, I’m…
Found this that I wrote 3 years ago. Funny how things don’t ever really change.
You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It wont happen automatically. You will have to rise up and say, ‘I don’t care how hard this is, I don’t care how disappointed I am, I’m not going to let this get the best of me. I’m moving on with my life.
But really I’m just scrolling though tumblr.
Now, look at this:
That’s “Paul Mounet”, a french actor, who “died” in 1922.
His body never was found.
Then, look at this:
An unknown man, painted in 1530 by Parmigianino.
He’s a motherfucking vampire
His beard in 2011 even grows the same way as the painting in 1530