I think I'm losing my mind ( Read more... )

*cheerfully hums a little song under my breath that sounds like happy birthday and sneaks on Marton who's busy puttering around the kitchen*

Hey lover.

*sneakily grabs your right hand and quickly slids something on your finger, then kisses your cheek*

There's a chocolate cake for you too. Don't worry, I didn't make it myself.

( the ring )

I have this sneaky suspicion that I should actually go get myself a lawyer.

I think I'll go take my frustrations out on a canva.

*stares at the phone with the strangest expression ever* Remember the part where I said I was tired of the fame and the endless interviews and the fact that I had no fucking private life left and people were squeeing over my feet? And that I was never going to act again because I have a family to take care of now and I don't need the money and the ( Read more... )

These have been quiet days. As long as you ignore the orgasmic screamings going on around here. Now I know how many time you can bring a woman to orgasms before making her pass out ( Read more... )

Marton didn't make any strange posts today. I wonder if he's feeling alright. *smirks*

*runs like hell before he forces me to eat another steak*

Stuck on the fridge with a magnet that oddly enough promotes a hotel somewhere in the Bahamas is the photocopy of some test results. With a pink marker, Viggo has put some arrows to point at his iron level, which is depressing low ( Read more... )

I'm thinking of snow, for some reason. Of my horses running through the snow, of the little puffs that their breath make in the cold air ( Read more... )

I've sworn on everything that is holy (poetry books and paint tubes, of course) that I was done with making movies.

Now there's a script for a movie that actually tempts me. That would be a Spanish movie, to boot.

Time to rethink my position, I suppose. *sighs*

((imagine that the pictures were actually included, but only Orlando, Marton and Miranda can see them))

He made sure Orlando was going to lose his bet. He wanted to take pictures of him naked in the forest, like a wood spirit, before they went back home to live in the real world again. He wanted to take them very badly. As usual when he focuses on ( Read more... )