A Morsel for a Monarch

5/50 Photos of Evanna Lynch 

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I used to be under the impression that in some kind of wanky, bullshit way, acting was like therapy: you get in and grapple with and exorcise all those demons inside of you. I don`t believe that anymore. It`s like a snow shaker. You shake the thing up, but it can`t escape the glass. It can`t get out. And it will settle until the next time you shake it up

And sometimes, you’re not even aware these things are there until you play a certain part, but once it’s over you can never forget that that part of you exists.

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whovian-lover:

This is highly accurate.

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…Kyle?

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fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

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Man Who Came to Dinner, in high school. Sweet holy hell. I was Harriet the axe-murderess, and while I didn’t forget any of my lines, the guy who played Mr. Whiteside and I kept making it our mission to get the other person to break character. This led to quite a few gems. ”I’m your big-gest fa-AAHN!” “‘Let’s have babies, Mr. Whiteside.’ ‘Mrs. Stanley, are you trying to seduce me?’”

A-Whoopsie!

There’s no one there…

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