“Allison has a mini-breakdown where she says, “I’m always terrified,” or something like that. (…) I remember that there was something going on in my personal life, at that moment, so it was nice to have that be my release. That might be too much information. It was cathartic. Acting is really therapeutic for me, personally. That’s something that I’ll always remember. I don’t know how it’s going to look, but I gave it my heart and soul.”
It does not escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from your dreams are valid.
Inside the Palace - The Winter Palace (Saint Petersburg, Russia)
St. George’s Hall - St. Nicholas Hall - The Concert Hall - The Anteroom - The Malachite Room - The Arab Hall (paintings in watercolour by Konstantin Andreyevich Ukhtomsky, mid 19th century)
We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody.
I know you look at me and you see another dead girl. I’m not Michonne, I’m not Carol, I’m not Maggie. I survived and you don’t get it ‘cause I’m not like you or them. But I made it!