*･˙ sandcastles.

I’m a little bit more comfortable. I love wearing jeans, and I don’t wear stockings. I like to be comfortable but I also like to look put together all the time. I don’t wear dresses all the time–it’s nice to save those moments for certain occasions and to make it feel extra special. In the ‘30s, every day was an event. And, as much as I love that idea, I think nowadays it’s nice to have the differentiation of when you dress up and when you don’t. I think it makes it a little bit more special. 

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It’s very very sweet when little girls come up to me, or when people come up and say that they’ve liked a film or that they’ve watched it with their family and been happy and laughed. That, to me, If I can help make people a part of a story, that’s what I enjoyed most about being little was that I was taken into another world.

say your prayers now | m.a.w (via acacoethes)

“I’m such a believer in going to set, even when you’re not work because I think the best things to be learned, you don’t necessarily get from your own scene or from someone speaking to you and telling you advice. I think it’s all about watching and just taking it all in. It’s not even when the cameras are rolling, necessarily. You can see how they interact with the rest of the crew, and how they deal with being a character and then being themselves.”

I had some difficult times when I first moved to Los Angeles when people would tell me I was saying things wrong. I felt different although my mum kept reminding me it was ok to be different.

“I love the vibe in London. It’s like i just spend time walking everywhere and the fashion is edgy and cool, there’s always something to do and i’ve never have to drive.”

“I like to think of myself as a very passionate person, and as very determined. So, if I set my mind on something, I definitely stop at no end to find within myself the power to keep going, whether that involves thinking of a new approach to a problem, or physically challenging myself.”

“I always loved meeting new people and asking the questions other people think are awkard. I have no problem”.

(via ma-demoiselle-cherie)

with time seemingly elapsing endlessly, gentle waves scattered around harry’s ankles as he stood with his feet dug into the sand. to anyone, the sight of him might have looked poetic, but really, he was out in the water trying to get rid of the nasty hangover of whatever drug he had been on a day or two ago. he hadn’t really taken note of the girl next to him until she spoke, and he hadn’t exactly heard much of it. he only really zoned in when she brought up stringrays, and there was no way in hell he could’ve hidden the look of complete bafflement on his face “i think i’ll take my chances with the rays” he finally said with a little bit of rasp and grogginess still lingering in his voice. his initial reaction to this complete stranger splashing him with the cold ocean water is a quip of the brows with a small scoff of disbelief. however, he then pushed his now half-wet hair back and started with small strides toward the brunette “you sure about that?” he started, the perfectly crooked smile drawing itself onto his face “because i don’t usually play nice” he quipped, reaching down to splash some water onto her in return “is this how you usually approach contemplative looking strangers?“

a moment to pause and look at the man she’d splashed seconds earlier was all it took to realize that he, for one reason or another, stood out. maybe it was his vaguely disheveled look, or that he’d been standing silently for longer than she’d realized. and, of course, it was hard not to notice the low, thick accent flowing lazily downwind from him; if anything, the voice alone, surrounded by sun and surf, threw hadley off. “steve irwin did, and look where that got him.” she quipped, brown orbs teasing him through thick eyelashes - humor was her best shield. his response to her splash elicited a light eruption of laughter, small hands resting loosely on her waist as she cocked her head slightly to the side. “wow, now i’m scared. - who says i don’t like to play a little dirty sometimes?” the corners of her lips turned upwards in a smirk as he stepped closer and she stayed rooted in loose sand, the waves moving past her with a gentle, grounding rhythm. when he sent a spray of salty droplets in her direction, she opened up as if she were greeting the ocean with a hug and splashed him again in retaliation. “only the ones with curly hair. why, did i interrupt you?”

every passing moment filled hadley with a galvanizing urge to once again fully immerse herself in the ocean. her smile, bright and excited, widened at his response before tightening in confusion. “are you sure you’re okay sacrificing those shorts?” she giggled, swirling her hands in the water impatiently. “who wears clothes in the water anyways? you should’ve known a splash or two would be aimed your way.”