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Ben Whishaw Week
Day Four: Favorite On-Screen Pairing/Friendship
Robert Frobisher and Rufus Sixsmith (Ben Whishaw and James D’Arcy) from “Cloud Atlas”
Frobisher and Sixsmith. My favorite Ben Whishaw on-screen pairing/friendship. These two characters (and actors!) have an amazing chemistry! You can feel it not only on-screen, but together off-screen in interviews. Their story is heartbreaking, but passionate and continues to make me tear up even when I’m not watching the film. In addition, the friendship that Ben and James share is just darling! 
Their story, is a beautiful one.

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Ben Whishaw Week

Day Four: Favorite On-Screen Pairing/Friendship

Robert Frobisher and Rufus Sixsmith (Ben Whishaw and James D’Arcy) from “Cloud Atlas”

Frobisher and Sixsmith. My favorite Ben Whishaw on-screen pairing/friendship. These two characters (and actors!) have an amazing chemistry! You can feel it not only on-screen, but together off-screen in interviews. Their story is heartbreaking, but passionate and continues to make me tear up even when I’m not watching the film. In addition, the friendship that Ben and James share is just darling!

Their story, is a beautiful one.

You are welcome to reblog this, but DO NOT REPOST ONTO OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

tigerandpilgrim
tigerandpilgrim:

“Three or four times only in my youth did I glimpse the Joyous Isles, before they were lost to fogs, depressions, cold fronts, ill winds, and contrary tides… I mistook them for adulthood. Assuming they were a fixed feature in my life’s voyage, I neglected to record their latitude, their longitude, their approach. Young ruddy fool. What wouldn’t I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.”

tigerandpilgrim:

“Three or four times only in my youth did I glimpse the Joyous Isles, before they were lost to fogs, depressions, cold fronts, ill winds, and contrary tides… I mistook them for adulthood. Assuming they were a fixed feature in my life’s voyage, I neglected to record their latitude, their longitude, their approach. Young ruddy fool. What wouldn’t I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.”

icecanburn
A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, “Suicide is selfishness.” Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call it a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reasons: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one’s audience with one’s mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it — suicide takes considerable courage. […] No, what’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell (via icecanburn)