If aliens requested a meeting with a sole individual to represent the human race, whom should we send?

Saddens me that this is happening not because obsession isn’t good. It is but the average audience today just can’t sit through a slower paced tension building movie with a more complex story that isn’t just extremely plain and simple like obsession is

the future of cinema is in great hands

JUST IN: 21-year-old dies after workers forget to attach safety rope and push her off 40-meter bridge in São Paulo’s Limeira, Brazil

gay cis não sentir atração/ querer se relacionar com homens trans não torna ele transfóbico

#Obsession disguises itself as horror, but its about dangerous things lonely people ask. Beneath the supernatural surface lies a study of how intimacy can become a form of self-erasure, where commitment slowly eclipses autonomy until desire and duty become impossible to separate

Vlad Ncl gets randomly punched in the face on the streets of Ireland

Akibat nurut saran dokter langganan suruh pake pasta gigi yg ada kandungan Hydroxylapatite nya, sempet bingung… ternyata biar plak yang bikin gigi kuning nggak nempel, karang gigi, bau mulut udah nggak ada lagi 😭🥹

There are moments in Gaza when suffering becomes so ordinary that people stop asking for solutions. They begin asking only for the smallest relief. A little less pain. A child who sleeps through the night. When I entered the clinic that morning, I noticed a young woman carrying a baby so small that I could not tell whether the child was a newborn or simply made tiny by hardship. When her turn came, she gently placed the baby on my desk and said: “I want any cream you have.” Any cream. Not a specific medicine. Not a particular treatment. Just anything. She uncovered the baby and showed me the severe rash covering much of the child’s fragile skin. “I treat the baby with whatever free creams I can find in clinics,” she explained. “Anything helps.” As she spoke, I noticed something else. The baby was not wearing a diaper. Only pieces of cloth. I asked why. “I can’t afford diapers,” she replied calmly. “I wash these and use them again.” Then she added that they were living in a tent and that her husband had suffered a serious foot injury and was unable to work. “I’m not asking for much,” she said. “I only want a cream.” But what caught my attention most was not the rash. It was the malnutrition. The baby was severely underweight. The kind of malnutrition that is visible before any examination even begins. So I asked the mother whether she had noticed. She nodded. “Yes, I know.” Then she said something I cannot forget: “When the baby gets older, things will get better.” Not because she truly believed it. But because hope was cheaper than treatment. And treatment was something she could no longer afford. That was the moment that broke me. Not the tent. Not the poverty. Not even the illness. But the fact that this mother had lowered her expectations so much that she no longer dreamed of proper medical care, diapers, or adequate nutrition. She came asking for the smallest thing she could imagine. A tube of cream. Any cream. Something that might make the baby hurt a little less. The baby could not have been more than five months old. Too young to understand war. Too young to understand poverty. Yet already carrying both on that tiny body. There is something profoundly cruel about a world in which a mother’s greatest hope for her child is no longer a better future. Only a little less suffering tonight. #WoundedGaza

Emily Blunt on creating the alien clicking sounds in ‘DISCLOSURE DAY’ "Steven and I discussed it and he said "We could do it with AI or you could do it" and I said "I feel confident I can make some weird noises." And I was sending him voice memos of me clicking, humming mixed with morse code sounds… I just tried everything." (Via @etnow)

Desculpa, mas COMO ASSIM nem todo mundo tem um monólogo interno constante? Existem mesmo pessoas andando por aí com um silêncio absoluto na cabeça até decidirem que querem pensar em alguma coisa?