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im gonna remake this blog as a sideblog .. good bye

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Alice Braga as Terry in the film version of “On the Road” - The real Terry was Beatrice Kozera (1920 -2013) an American born woman, farm worker and single mother.

[malikontas]

Tulitikkutehtaan tyttö (Aki Kaurismäki) (1990)

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Madeline’s Madeline (2018)

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Thunder Road (2018)

[hirxeth]

Prozac Nation (2001) dir. Erik Skjoldbjærg

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Design for Living (Ernst Lubitsch, 1933)

[folie-atwo]

風の中の牝鶏 A Hen in the Wind (1948, Yasujirō Ozu)

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News from Home (1977, Chantal Akerman)

[thnkfilm]

“We are not Groupies. Groupies sleep with rockstars because they want to be near someone famous. We are here because of the music, we inspire the music. We are Band Aids.”

Almost Famous (2000) dir. Cameron Crowe

[filmstijl]

copenhagen, 2014

dir. mark raso

[filmstijl]

wetlands, 2013

dir. david wnendt

[filmstijl]

x files (season five, episode eleven) 1998

created by chris carter

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scream, 1996

dir. wes craven

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cowboynoir‌.

@gluttn

‘Vi, you sure you don’t need no help with nothin’?’ Ari has been following her around all day, making conversation from the doorways like a talkative vampire without an invite.

        Violet spends her days doing things that could be left undone, like climbing on chairs and counters to dust the top of the fridge and all the cabinets in the kitchen. There is no real point to it, and if she fell, she’d never be forgiven her for doing something so reckless. But she can’t sit still, it’s been like this for weeks. She laughs in response, understanding the itch, so to speak,  ‘ would you like to go somewhere? You have a car, don’t you? ’

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@unconceivable​

          ‘ Wait -- you -- you can see me? Really? ’  Cassandra attempts to leap forward, and pull Ollie into a too-enthusiastic embrace, but passes right through them. She laughs brightly, still overjoyed to be seen --- how long has it been, days? Months? She tosses her hair (still curled and held together perfectly, with the exception of a few stray strands from a struggle) back over her shoulder, revealing a gouge by her collar bone, where the strap of her nightgown rests against her skin.  ‘ You have no idea how glad I am to see you! ’

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@fosilized​

          ‘ Hi, sorry, this is really  ---  you probably get this a lot, right? It’s just ---  my sister’s kid, ’ her kid, now, she guesses. It’s not a pleasant thought, and certainly not one she intends to dwell on. God damn, Cassandra, having a kid you knew you’d never be able to keep.  ‘ She really likes you, y’know. And she’s, like, twelve. It’d make her day. Her week, even. Would you mind, uh, signing something? For her. ’