I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I have an addiction to Methamphetamine but I am sober. I have no sense of who I am or what my personality is. I am obsessive and intense. Most of all, I am a fucking awesome human being. My name's Melissa-Kristine and here is but a little piece of my obsessive mind. Benedict Cumberbatch, Michael Fassbender, and Cillian Murphy are my delightful poison.

When I was about 25 years old, I worked with two very good actors. The encounters were brief, but I’ve remembered them both with great admiration. Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton both embodied qualities which one is fogyishly tempted to look at with nostalgia. Along with very considerable talent, they had elegance, glamor, wit, kindness and decency.

I didn’t know at the time that they were married or that they had a son of about 10 who was quietly gestating all the same attributes. And now, 30 years later, the boy has been let loose. He has taken the form of Benedict Cumberbatch.

His parents’ qualities are on rampant display. It’s rare to the point of outlandish to find so many variables in one actor, including features which ought to be incompatible: vulnerability, a sense of danger, a clear intellect, honesty, courage — and a rather alarming energy. I take no pleasure in feeling humbled, but there’s no getting around it.

He must be stopped.

—    Colin Firth on Benedict Cumberbatch for the TIME 100. [x] (via crieff)

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No but that heart. Above a fireplace. Seriously.
*bangs head against said fireplace*

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I am too excited for this movie!