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My Neighbor Totoro (1988)
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African American male and female dancers perform ballet at the Dance Theatre of Harlem in New York in 1965
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― What If (2013) Allan: All this love shit’s complicated. And that’s good. Because if it’s too simple, you’ve got no reason to try. And if you got no reason to try, you don’t.
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Love is stupid [monkeys dancing in a slapstick hurricane]
What If (The F Word)
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Kiki’s concept illustrations by Hayao Miyazaki
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There’s something so magical about a disposable camera. 
It captures these little moments of time that you can’t delete or view instantly. There’s that moment when you get that envelope of freshly developed photographs and you have no idea what to expect. Pure magic. 
These are a few of my favourite moments I’ve collected. 
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and i rest my future in his tainted lungs,
ruined by cigarette smoke and air never quite let out,
so that when he speaks poetry and phone numbers and dirty at two am,
i hear the faint echoes of a future and a job and childbirth lost in the depths
of a man that steals time from the precious hands of a clock.
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waiting…
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