How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?
Reblogging the SHIT out of this.
To help humanize the overwhelming statistics, Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer and senior staff photographer at Getty Images, John Moore, visited an Ebola treatment center of the organization, Doctors Without Borders in Paynesville, Liberia. At the treatment center, survivors spoke about the brothers, sisters, husbands and wives they lost due to the disease. They also spoke of recovery, stigmas they continue to face in their villages and renewed hope.
This is beautiful
One of the best moments of my childhood.
I can’t even tell you how excited I was that they turned this book into a movie and it was good
I literally have absolutely no complaints with the movie at all. Once, my friend and I did comparisons from the book and the movie, and we found the only major difference was the fact that Stanley wasn’t heavy set when he arrived at the camp in the movie. The majority of the script is raw quotations from the book.
This is my favorite book to movie adaptation and it did everything Percy Jackson, Inkheart, and The Golden Compass didn’t.
And the only reason Stanely wasn’t heavy set was because in the book he loses tons of weight and eventually ends up being almost thin. The director said he didn’t want to force an adolescent boy to lose weight on such a quick filming schedule, and L’bouf’s audition was so spot on, that they decided to go with a thinner Stanely from the beginning
And I’ll support directors actually giving a crap about their actor’s health.
What first timers think gym rats think of them: Ew, check out this fattie. *laughs at them*
What gym rats really think of first timers: Do your thing, boo! Stay on that machine! Come on, just a little longer. You got it!
Sex on the Beach
I love the idea of Demeter’s scents, but they all morph into a weirdly synthetic amber note on me. Like plastic that had been stored next to a chunk of amber. Not good.
(Currently wearing a tiny dab of Thierry Mugler Angel, layered with my beloved Blood Popsicle.)
I need the play doh one. I don’t think you understand
precious bb dog