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NASA
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document

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we're not kids anymore.
noise dept.
Cosimo Galluzzi

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother
best of b99: best of raymond holt
rest in peace, andre. you will be greatly missed. thank you for bringing captain raymond holt to life. ♡
Ed ‘Blackbeard’ Teach + Leather
Costume Designer: Christine Wada
North American Purgatory, Madeline Rupard (because)
Cléo de 5 à 7 (1962) dir. Agnès Varda
I’m sure you’d like to take some weight off your cloven hooves. Call me the devil, Raymond? How original. Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat.
Laurentian Village, 1927, Clarence Gagnon
hawkeye | so this is christmas?
did you plan that?
101 Dalmatians storyboards by Bill Peet → final film
WHY DID THIS HAVE TO END
OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD
Summertime in Classic Films Black Orpheus (1959), Blonde Venus (1932), Along the Coast (1958), Summertime (1955), Rear Window (1954), The End of Summer (1961), Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951), Roman Holiday (1953), To Catch a Thief (1955)
Your turn to fill the ice bucket, Steve Fitch
Moulin Rouge! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann “I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler or Satine. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian Revolution and I had travelled from London to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris, was the village of Montmatre. It was not what my father had said but the center of the Bohemian world. Musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the children of the revolution. Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believed above all things, love. But there was only one problem, I’ve never been in love!”