I miss lost lands

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I miss lost lands
Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005)
Angelina Jolie in Eternal Stare Off | Marvel Studios’ Eternals
to stare in this woman’s eyes? tough job
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word
“Whose motorcycle is this?”
“It’s a chopper, baby.”
“Whose chopper is this?”
“It’s Zed’s.”
“Who’s Zed?”
“Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.”
Pulp Fiction, 1994. Directed by Quentin Tarantino.
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“When you hear her talk, your fucking heart stops.”
The Necessary Death of Charlie Countryman (2013) dir. Fredrick Bond
“Whose motorcycle is this?”
“It’s a chopper, baby.”
“Whose chopper is this?”
“It’s Zed’s.”
“Who’s Zed?”
“Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.”
Pulp Fiction, 1994. Directed by Quentin Tarantino.
We shiver in the pause between words Abandonment still fresh upon the tips of our tongues The whispers we’ve chosen to live and die in will infect deaf ears with the discordance of deceit Why do we scream when there is nothing left to say? Silently acknowledging the solace in loss I am content with throwing everything away because I lost myself when I found you Carry me back to your bed My conscience is my coffin and I swear sometimes I’d rather be dead Make sure that I still feel, I don’t care how much it hurts I’ll always be numb on my side of the earth In the dark I watched the light hit your skin, hoping that my eyes might never adjust Soft sounds save me from the confines of sleep because hearing your voice once was never enough I think I’ve finally identified the Difference I think I live in both my hell and my home I will forever be a slave to your distance Don’t let me in Don’t let me go Carry me back to your bed My conscience is my coffin and I swear sometimes I’d rather be dead Make sure that I still feel, I don’t care how much it hurts I’ll always be numb on my side of the earth Don’t let me in, don’t let me go I’d rather die than live without you I’d rather.....die.
At The Bottom // Brand New
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