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MY BEST FRIEND'S WEDDING P.J. Hogan, 1997
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Europa ‘51 (Roberto Rossellini, 1952)
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He's inside of me. THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED - episode 2 | episode 3
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but no one is ever gonna love you more than i do
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“You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.” We eyed each other for a moment. And then he surprised me, rising and coming towards me just as I moved to take him in my arms. His gesture wasn’t tentative, but it was extremely gentle. I could have backed away. I didn’t. We held each other tight for a moment. The cold embracing the cold. The hard embracing the hard.”
— Memnoch the Devil (1995)
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Yoshida Hiroshi - Hirosaki Castle, from the series Eight Scenes of Cherry Blossoms (1935)
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imagine having your own personal hater who's been assigned to you by fate and he is a tiny little clown who won't stop following you around and yammering about your imminent demise and worst of all you love him dearly
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i actually think its incredibly funny that people can just log on to the internet and get in a fight with a guy in another country. what a privileged time we live in. you used to have to go to war to do that
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ELIZABETH JENNINGS in THE AMERICANS 1.07 — Duty and Honor
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Honestly it boils down to reparenting yourself & rewiring your own neuronal pathways & telling yourself a firm “stop” when you notice your mind slipping down negative loopholes & being present in the moment & enjoying being mid task rather than waiting for it to end & not thinking of inertia as your baseline and natural way of living
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Laapataa Ladies (2024) dir. Kiran Rao
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oh sorry was it gay when i hunted through a half collapsed frozen city carved into the depths of an iceberg to find and burn your body because i knew how you hated the cold? was it gay when i carried you through that icy labyrinth half mad with grief and fatigue speaking aloud to your unhearing ears asking the gods to let you laugh at me one more time? or when i lovingly prepared you for your funeral pyre and bid you farewell with my own name because you are as dear to me as my own life? how about when i defied the gods and through the force of my will for you to live, reordered the path of reality itself, giving myself over to your death in the hope of bringing your body back to life from within? was it gay when my soul was within your body, and yours in mine, and i finally understood what you said to me when you told me you loved me?
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