boys that you were friends with in high school just get you
Chris Pratt worked with Marvel and Children’s Miracle Network Hospital to arrange a special screening of Guardians of the Galaxy for patients, families and staff at Children’s Hospital Los Angeles Wednesday. While the movie played, Pratt snuck out and dressed up as his character, Star-Lord. He spent more than three hours in full costume and handed out movie-themed toys. Pratt also visited patients in the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit, the Children’s Center for Cancer and Blood Diseases, and the Pediatric ICU, as they were too sick to join the movie screening that afternoon.
Pratt spent extra time with one patient, Dylan Prunty, who is a longtime Lego fan and recognized the actor’s voice from The Lego Movie. They spent about 10 minutes reciting different scenes from the film.
“Frank Ocean wrote a fantastic ballad that was truly lovely and poetic in every way, there just wasn’t a scene for it. I could have thrown it in quickly just to have it, but that’s not why he wrote it and not his intention. So I didn’t want to cheapen his effort. But, the song is fantastic, and when Frank decides to unleash it on the public, they’ll realize it then.”
— Quentin Tarantino explaining why he didn’t use the song in “Django Unchained.”
Dear Long Distance Lover by Kharla M. Brillo (via pouvoires)
Please understand that I want you.
You and your ten-second phone calls
in silence. Our exhales ultimately becoming echoes
inside our lungs. I wonder if mountains become jealous
of this closeness from a distance only the clouds can measure.
Some airplanes must have felt the vibrations
of our voice boxes like match sticks rubbed on any surface,
we feel each other’s fingers from places
we will never belong to. I am here and you are
becoming part of the ocean and I am always
a shoreline. All I know is this is me saying “I love you”
This is me waiting for you to just come home
to me. Even if it takes the ocean to understand
how badly I want you to be.
Some things are better left unsaid. (via fawun)
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.