F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via ec-centricity)
She is indeed, most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. And prove that true love conquers all!
natalie portman shot by autumn de wilde backstage of black swan
❝ I’m still in touch with reality and I see this business for what it is, which is a playground. I’m playing. I work at imagining things. None of this is real. None of this actually matters. I don’t have a sense of superiority. I feel lucky but I don’t feel special. I don’t think there’s ever a moment where I feel like I deserve it. The celebrity and fame thing and the acting part of it are two separate things. The celebrity part of it is so predictable. I’m not wowed by it. ❞