BRAD PITT INTERVIEW (1990)
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BRAD PITT INTERVIEW (1990)
Grandmaster Flash & Melle Mel - White Lines
St. Elmo’s Fire (1985) Directed by Joel Schumacher
Brad Pitt in Cutting Class (1989)
@groupiequeen : ❝ look at yourself . just look at yourself . ❞
found amid the fog , pupils don’t recede into normal size , thoughts barely scramble for coherence ---- no room for facades . he suddenly feels like a bead of sweat should start rolling down the side of his neck ; an engimatic force of panic he can’t quite explain just yet . it’s his smile that wafts away , in invisible mess of clouds , the ones that toy with his brain , bringing him out of focus , into oblivion , blissful oblivion . yet , bliss is forced to halt , now has no choice but to be replaced with confusion . ❝ what ? ❞ if only there were a mirror around . the uncerainty of the self drops his gaze down , his favorite outfit , a plethora of colors , coming apart of his eyeline . ❝ i look bad ? ❞
𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 :
most days she’s drifting — something just short of a ghost , waltzing through mazes of people and cocktails whose names she won’t remember ( can’t remember : what’s left of her brain is devoted to lyrics and regrets , very rarely it makes rooms for other actors in her tragedies ) . she slips out of her own hands so many times she’s learned the preciousness of an anchor : so despite the futility of the game of this industry ( because as different as their careers are , they are twin siblings from the belly of the same vile , egomaniac , money - grabbing scumbag ) , morgan follows him , no questions asked other than : “ are you taking me some place to harvest my organs ? ” . cracks a smile that’s more a lopsided grin of a joke gone wrong , maybe a cheap attempt at breaking the tension — but there is an illicit safety in the way he holds her hand and , though unconsciously , she is grateful for that . ( for holding on to something , to someone : as fleeting as that may be ) . “ i should warn you , i ain’t got much left in the lungs department ” , voice turned down to a cospiratory whisper , channeling more comedic flair since she’s following behind and he can’t see the dazed , and yet strangely hysterical , look on her face . “ gave ‘em all to my friend nicotina , you know … ”
pearly whites are never hard to find , among pleasantries , frivolousness , stupid ole jokes from the peanut gallery . there are snickers , and then there are effortless snickers that echo quietly against the rhythm of her quips ---- clever to him , perhaps simplistic another , but simplicity simply goes with simple mindedness . and it’s him who would suddenly like to proclaim her as the funniest person in the room , room full of nobodies , room crowding in a sea of negligible heads . premature daze , courtesy of the smiley face that dissolved onto stripped tastebuds only , oh , twenty minutes ago , gives him an extra second to recall what they’re doing heading this way and remembers red glowing letters , vivid in the void - like ceiling overhead ---- exit . realization sends small excitement down his heeps , a little hiccup in his heels , a little gasp , barely audible in the back of his throat , and he charges forward to their gateway open to freedom in hopes to seize the night , find something better , listen to more of mo’s jokes as she gets funnier , and funnier . ❝ the black market awaits ! ❞
basketball diaries 1995 film. suicide mention.
“can you hold my hand?”
“look at yourself. just look at yourself.”
“if we go outside, one of us is gonna get hurt.”
“and i knew somewhere in the world… somewhere, that there was love for me.”
“because once upon a time, somebody helped me, and i always pay what i owe.”
“now could you just please leave me alone? i got a little sick, alright?”
“gotta have these heart-to-heart talks more often. they’re really good for us.”
“why you acting like such a square ass?”
“growing boys are hungry motherfuckers.”
“wake up. can’t sleep all day.”
“christ, i have a dirty mouth. look, i’m sorry about that.”
“well, you know, i’ve done all kinds of crazy shit.”
“don’t you understand i can’t watch you kill yourself?”
“you should have left me in the fucking snow, man.”
“i’ll be a good boy.”
“blah, blah, blah. you’re always in my fucking ear. blah, blah, blah.”
“don’t let your mouth get you into something your ass can’t handle.”
“you’re not gonna waste the whole day lying around, are you?”
“it was a dream, not a nightmare.”
“i’m going to save your life twice in one day, you understand me?”
“i was such a good little boy, right? with such potential.”
“hey, look, there’s no money back guarantees. i’m not selling refrigerators here.”
“let’s get outta here, man. go get into something.”
“listen, i need you to help me out, alright? i need you to give me some money.”
blog roll ! ( —- where can you find max ? )
sidenote : all of these blogs will be going on semi - hiatus , starting monday , january 27th and more than likely won’t end until somewhere in the beginning of may .
@𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚟𝚎 / 𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙼𝚈 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 horror oc ; investigative journalist , unfortunate omen . primary , low to medium activity .
@ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 / 𝚃𝙾𝙱𝚈 𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴 hollywood oc ; brainwashed actor , happy - go - lucky himbo of the elite . primary , low to medium activity .
@𝐦𝐬𝐧𝐫𝐲 / 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙺𝙸 canon ; of prisoners ( 2013 ) , film and heavily headcanon - based . secondary , low to medium activity .
you’re more than welcome to ask for my discord and reach out to me through there , since i’ll be focusing more on plotting than writing throughout these next few months .
regarding threads , just please be patient with me and i’ll hopefully get to them eventually .
Does what it says on the tin.
the longer brad’s hair gets the more he looks like a member of band only someone’s dad would listen to
Brad Pitt photographed by Mark Seliger, 1994
Oh, I know you. I know all three of you. Yeah. Spahn Ranch. Spahn Ranch. Yeah. Hoo! I don’t know your name, but I remember that hair. And you, I remember your white little face. And you were on a horsie.
@egowood : ❝ i know this sounds cornball , but i’d like to somehow make a difference in people’s lives . ❞
voice is as luxurious as the material on his sleeve , he listens to it avidly the way one avidly listens to his favorite band . michael and ridgeley in one ear , love in the other ---- puts play to pause when he finds himself preferring noises , the sound of his own best friend rambling , knowing the confines of his brain has just enough capacity to listen in on both , but still -- favoring a sole factor of stimulation , when his voice is already melodic , worthy of one’s attention like the simple song of windchime , bells ringing like a bridge ... he smiles just then , almost coincidentally , as attention draws and squints , falls undivided . becomes delighted , when lips curls further left , along where the chambers lie warm inside of his chest . he’s easily touched by the things he says ( bullshit or not ) . ❝ that’s not cornball ... ❞ he would know , for such a desire relates true ... for other reasons besides that too . ❝ you already make a difference in mine , jett -- just by being you . ❞
Happy Valentines Day
Brad Pitt in Cutting Class (1989)
Robert Redford in Little Fauss and Big Halsy (1970) // Brad Pitt in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019)
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