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Regular Lovers (Les Amants réguliers), dir. Philippe Garrel (2005) (via lunamonchtuna)

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I gave you all the softness in me, and you wore it like armour against me. Now that I’ve turned to stone, you whisper, “You’re not the same.”

No, baby, I just stopped bleeding for you.

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find someone who will go stargazing with you and then making love with you right under the stars

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There’s something devastating about the way you look at me after you laugh — like your joy cracked something open in you, and I get to see inside. And what’s there isn’t perfect, but it’s honest. It’s human. It’s you. And I’d give up every false, polished thing in this world to keep seeing you like this.

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