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winonaforever:

Winona full-Interview Magazine shoot.

tachyonsplus:

”Hold Me.” ”I Can’t.”

"Winona kept barking at me (to make a sequel), so I kept throwing out ideas,” Waters said. “The most famous one that I gave her was that I had Veronica going to Washington as a Senate page, and meeting up with a Senator running for President, played by Meryl Streep whose name is Heather.”

Waters says that script would have been a political satire with Veronica assassinating the President by the end of the film. He didn’t think it would actually get made.

Never underestimate the power of Veronica.

"Winona said ‘I talked to Meryl Streep and she loves it.’"

I was and still am. It’s weird because when you first read that book, it’s so personal and you feel like you’re the only one who feels that way, and then you realize that everyone has had that experience with it. But Holden Caulfield was like my best friend when I was a teenager. Salinger is someone whose work I just love so much, and I totally respect how protective he has been about his privacy. My dad saved every New Yorker that J.D. Salinger ever had a story in. Actually, one thing happened … I’ve never actually told anyone this, but when I was 19, some, um, [pauses] my boyfriend at the time bought me at an auction a Christmas card that Salinger wrote someone in the ’50s. It was literally just like, ‘Merry Christmas!’ But Salinger’s signature was on it. I kept the card for a few years but I felt so guilty, like he wouldn’t want me to have this, so one day I decided I was going to send it back to him. I wrote this letter, and I tried not to gush, but I was like, ‘Dear Mr. Salinger. I received this as a gift because I’m a big fan, but I want to return it to you because I respect your privacy.’ And then, sometime later, I got a thank-you letter.

Winona Ryder, when asked if she’s still a big fan of “The Catcher in the Rye” (Interview magazine, October 2009)

Lol it had to be Johnny who gave her that Christmas card lololol

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vintageruminance:

Winona Ryder biting a pencil in bed. Looks a lot kinkier as a thumbnail.

winonaforever:

rag and bone, 2014. Photographed by Glen Luchford

I wish I could write in this fucking thing without the fear of it being read or fucking published one day. Hell, I’m not that famous. Who the fuck cares anyway? I’ll probably be dead by then, so it won’t really matter. Unless my kids find this shit embarrassing … .

I wish I were in San Francisco, in the Sunset district. I remember going there once with G. I got so much sand in my shoes. He had a skateboard, and we were walking on the beach. I felt so much older than him, but part of me didn’t … . Boy, did I blow him off. I remember he was so poor, as poor as I used to be. He was so dirty. He was so sweet. I didn’t like him, though – not like that. Maybe for a minute, but it went away … Right now I wish I had a little apartment in San Francisco. I wish I wasn’t doing what I was doing. No, that’s wrong. I like doing what I’m doing – I just don’t like parts of it. Classic, huh? This sounds so classic: actors bitching and moaning about wanting to be like everybody else. But if they were, they’d just want to be movie stars. I can live how I want. That’s that. No one put this wall up. No one else knelt down around me and laid the bricks. I did it myself. That’s why I’m so exhausted. Or is it just jet lag?

I love this line in Tom Waits’ “San Diego Serenade”: “Never felt my heart strings till I nearly went insane.” I’m having a beer. Oh, fucking boy! Isn’t that exciting? It actually is, if you think about it. For me, at least. These are things I never do because I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.

what a lovely passage from Winona Ryder’s personal diary (via free-winona)

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Winonda Ryder as Melanie Fall in Turks and Caicos

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theaterforthepoor:

Winona Ryder in “Heathers” (1988)
dir. Michael Lehmann

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Winona Ryder playing guitar in her apartment by Joe McNally, 1994

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