Tag: carrie fisher

thexfiles:

thank you carrie fisher for owning your life despite mental illness and despite addiction and despite 40 years of shaming and bullshit thank you for making it okay to talk about mental illness in a way that isn’t always fun and thank you for making it okay to be mentally ill and unashamed of it thank you for owning mental illness thank you for 60 years of telling the world to go fuck themselves if they didn’t like you thank you so much thank you thank you thank you 

thebibliosphere:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

dr-fumbles-mcstupid:

dwead-piwate-meggers:

sashayed:

sashayed:

i did an important art project today

Design is available here! Just print out on 8.5×11″ paper, cut along the gray lines, paint the back of the paper with craft glue (i used Mod Podge) and wrap it around a plain glass pillar candle. Voila: your very own secular and/or idolatrous Space Mom candle! Please remember that Carrie Fisher’s dad was Jewish every time you look at it, cause, you know. He was.

@amhrancomhrac

@deadcatwithaflamethrower @poplitealqueen

Well, that’s way better than what’s usually on that type of candle. I vote for a lot.

I need a color printer stat.

My time with Carrie Fisher, a hurricane of energy, charisma and foul language

laporcupina:

About a year ago I approached Carrie Fisher to write a column for the Guardian.
With other A-listers, it’s all too common to be rebuffed by several
layers of management, publicists and protective naysayers. But somehow –
all too easily – I found myself with an invitation to her house in
Beverly Hills.

And what a house it is. Huge neon arrows and signs hang from trees in
the driveway. It wasn’t Christmas, but a fully lit tree was the
centrepiece of her living room (it was there year-round). A giant moose
head with a fez hung above the fireplace; snow globes depicting macabre
murder scenes decorated the shelves and, outside in the garden, next to a
life-size Leia stepping out of a British telephone box, was the back
end of a lion attached to the wall, its raised tail revealing giant cat
balls.

Carrie was delayed, having spent the morning looking after her mum, Debbie Reynolds,
whose house is on the same grounds: a big “Debbie” made of light-bulbs
pointed the way to her property in their shared driveway. Reynolds had
suffered two strokes; she and her daughter saw each other nearly every
day. When Carrie finally appeared, she told me that Debbie, on hearing
they had a visitor, had assumed I was there to speak to her, as
Hollywood royalty, and declared: “I can’t see anyone.” Her daughter had
kept up the fiction.

I had been expecting maybe an hour of her time, but somehow we ended
up spending the entire day together: I was pressed to drink bottles of
wine she had picked for their rude or amusing names (she didn’t drink –
saying she couldn’t trust her addictive personality). We shopped, ate
homemade banana pudding out of the dish and plotted how we were going to
get her a boyfriend (her desire for companionship and sex were to
become a running theme).

We began chatting in her bedroom, the walls and ceilings decorated by
projections of fluttering butterflies. Gary – her French bulldog, whose
tongue steadfastly refuses to stay in his mouth – lay snoring next to a
Gary-themed gift director JJ Abrams had presented to Carrie at the wrap
party for Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

… read the whole thing. Really.

My time with Carrie Fisher, a hurricane of energy, charisma and foul language

nestofstraightlines:

micdotcom:

In Wishful Drinking, Fisher wittily joked about how she would like her obituary to read: “I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go,” Fisher wrote, “I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.” Read more

She was great on QI too if anyone’s working through the Fisher archive.

I had no idea she was a script doctor, what a polymath.

fycarriefisher:

Debbie Reynolds, Carrie Fisher & Billie Lourd: 1999 // 2015

“I keep my wick lit for my daughter, for my mother, brother – for my entire family – and for each friend I’ve made with both hands, one heart, two moods, and a head crammed with memory.” – Carrie Fisher

sacrificethemtothesquid:

NO WAIT I’M NOT DONE.

I MIGHT NEVER BE DONE.

THE THING ABOUT CARRIE FISHER IS THAT SHE GAVE NO FUCKS

BECAUSE SHE FUCKING CARED FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND TRIED TO MEET THE IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS SET FOR WOMEN 

WHICH ARE IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANY WOMAN TO MEET MUCH LESS ANYONE STRUGGLING WITH A MENTAL ILLNESS

AND SHE WAS FABULOUS BEFORE SHE STOPPED GIVING A FUCK

BUT AFTER SHE BROKE, AFTER ALL HER FUCKS WERE EXPENDED AND SHE COULD NOT GIVE A EVEN ONE MORE

THAT IS WHEN SHE BECAME OUR QUEEN.

THAT’S A TRIAL BY FIRE AND MY GOD MOST OF US NEVER EVEN GET HALF AS FAR THROUGH IT AS SHE DID BUT SHE FUCKING MADE IT AND THEN REIGNED, EVEN THOUGH EVERY SINGLE DAY WAS A STRUGGLE AND THE ESTABLISHMENT TRIED TO EAT HER FOR IT.

SHE STOOD UP AND SAID FUCK OFF, THIS IS MY LIFE AND THIS IS HOW I NEED TO LIVE IT, AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, THERE’S THE DOOR DON’T LET IT HIT YOUR ASS ON THE WAY OUT

SHE COULD HAVE BEEN BITTER

SHE HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE

BUT INSTEAD OF SHUTTING DOWN AND LOCKING HERSELF UP

SHE OPENED HER ARMS AND SAID “FUCK THESE HATERS, COME SIT WITH ME AND MY DOG AND MY DOG’S UNREASONABLY LARGE AND FABULOUS TONGUE.”

I GUESS WHAT IT BOILS DOWN TO IS THIS:

I LOVED HER WHEN I WAS A SCABBY-KNEED LITTLE GIRL BECAUSE SHE HAD FANCY HAIR AND COULD RESCUE HERSELF

I LOVE HER NOW FOR THE SAME FUCKING REASONS.