wine colored days warmed by the sun.

- semi-hiatus -

I'm in the process of moving back to Los Angeles, getting a job, and trying to make it in Hollywood. I'll still be around, but posts will be a little less frequent as I settle into life. Thanks for bearing with me. You're all wonderful.

here your dreams are sweet
and tomorrow brings them true.

ciarra; f. five. los angeles/guam. usc c/o 2011. cinema-television/screenwriting. future oscar winner. ambitious, suffers from attention deficit disawesome. my interests wax and wane at the drop of a hat and i will never stop believing that i'm a superhero.

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Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor aka Elizabeth Taylor | February 27, 1932 – March 23, 2011 

I have often have wondered what kind of a person I would be today if I did not have these enormous guilts — if everything had gone easily and I had not made such horrific mistakes. I think I would have been the most awful, pontifical goody two shoes. I was really so smug, so sweet, so good, so spoiled — so intolerant of anybody else’s downfall. But tragedy, mistakes, and shame for your mistakes cannot leave you untouched. All the superficial things that one gave so much value to before — money, luxury, indulging in whims — calamity makes them seem so incidental. I swear to God I’d be just as happy living with Richard and the kids in a shack. And I treat the happiness I have now with great respect, great appreciation, because I know how fragile and precarious it is — how easily it can go.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH!


You know what I feel like? I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958)