My friend died today. Her name is Molly and she was a spirit so bright and warm you had no choice but to unfold in her presence. She laughed so much and so perfectly. She was a fellow red-head and we loved our hair and freckles, swimming together in a tv sea of blondes and brunettes. She always messaged whenever I travelled to check in and tell me how glamorous things seemed. Even though she knew it sometimes wasn’t. She talked to me about being divorced and heartbreak and growth and love and forgiveness. She listened. And understood. Molly would go into an audition, come out of the room and give you every helpful detail of the role for which you both were competing. That’s how generously she lived her life. I first saw Molly in a show called “The Un-Easy Chair” at Writer’s Theatre in Chicago. We weren’t friends yet. And after the show an elderly couple mistook me for her and congratulated my performance. If I can be so honored to emulate dear Molly and example her compassion and kindness, and honor her spirit and talent, then it is a life well-lived. Universe, hold Joe and Chance and Declan tight - and may our waves of grief gently carry them through theirs. I love you, Molly. Thank you for blessing my life.
why is it that when dylan sprouse and calum hood had nudes leaked everyone praised how well they handled it and attacked those who leaked them, but when over 50 female celebrities have nudes leaked, the hacker responsible is called a ‘hero’ and the victims are called ‘sluts’ and ‘whores’
i know why
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#chicagolove (at Buckingham Fountain)