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nora93stuff · 4 years ago
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Barb and Star Go to Vista del Mar (2021)
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nora93stuff · 6 years ago
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Body Heat (1981)
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nora93stuff · 6 years ago
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Basic Instinct (1992)
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nora93stuff · 6 years ago
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— Gilda (1946)
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nora93stuff · 6 years ago
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— Gilda (1946)
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nora93stuff · 6 years ago
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— Gilda (1946)
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nora93stuff · 6 years ago
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“Solitude” — Eremía
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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—quote from: Sabrina (dir. by Billy Wilder, 1954)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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— Charles Bukowski, "The Laughing Heart" (1993)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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Jack Sparrow: "True enough, this compass does not point North."
Elizabeth Swann "...Where does it point?"
Jack Sparrow: "It points to the thing you want most in this world."
— Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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— Love Me If You Dare (2003)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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—Love Me If You Dare (2003)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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— Love Me If You Dare (2003)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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Sensation Par les soirs bleus d’été, j’irai dans les sentiers, Picoté par les blés, fouler l’herbe menue: Rêveur, j’en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds. Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue. Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien: Mais l’amour infini me montera dans l’âme, Et j’irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien, Par la Nature, – hereux comme avec une femme. — Arthur Rimbaud (1870)
[Vincent Van Gogh, "Wheat Field with Cypresses" (1889)]
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness—in a landscape selected at random—is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which I cannot explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love, a sense of oneness with sun and stone, a thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern, perhaps to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to the tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal.” — Vladimir Nabokov, “Butterflies” (1948)
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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Clouds are in love with horizons.
— Mark Strand, “89 Clouds” (1999)
[Wendy Mark, "Pink Cloud" (2014)]
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nora93stuff · 7 years ago
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I don't want words to sever me from reality. I don't want to need them. I want nothing to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom, or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond, or the sound of water poured in a bowl. — Henri Cole, “Gravity and Center” (2008)
[Georgia O’Keeffe, “Music, Pink and Blue No. 2” (1918)]
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