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3/∞ countless scenes I can’t stop thinking about. ↳ BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. Richard Linklater
Hawke: "It’s probably my single favorite take of anything I’ve been involved with." Delpy: "That was really special. It was like magic — each time I felt Ethan looking away, I would look at him and vice versa. I almost fell in love with him right there, but then Rick said cut."
– Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke The New York Times - ‘Before Sunrise’: The Making of an Indie Classic
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
But the thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
“The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.”
— (via nizariat)
I am a servant for my mothers unhappiness. I can make myself smaller, mother, I can become quieter. I am a wound that you can’t stop picking. I take scraps from dinner as little parts of love. I know that I am not easy to love. I know I wear my sadness so visibly that you’ve become ashamed of me. Make me small, crush me up in the palms of your hands. Destroy me for breakfast and devour me for lunch, leave nothing left of me, not even for the birds. Eat me. Eat me up. It’s too late to apologise now, sorry means nothing when you’re choking on my leftovers.
— Hannah Green, from “Are you still hungry, Mother?”
Rita Hayworth and Orson Welles in The Lady from Shanghai (1947)
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my ultimate fantasy is having a brain that lets me enjoy being alive
I would be unstoppable if not for the problems
Belle de Jour (1967)