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— Baśka, hamuj się! — wołał co chwila pan Zagłoba trzymając ciągle wpół panią Wołodyjowską, pani Wołodyjowska zaś miała ochotę i śmiać się, i płakać, i w ręce klaskać, i krzyczeć, i patrzyć, i lecieć za mężem w pole.
they had some (but Not all) mad max films on the plane forcing you to go from 1 to fury road which is extremely funny. weird amateur experimental film from the 70s about car crashes to the best action movie ever made (which is also about car crashes)
had the same experience on sunday, would do it again 100%
looking at y’all with my big brown eyes
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EMMA. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
Emma. [Autumn de Wilde, 2020]
Amadeus (1984) | dir. Miloš Forman
Amadeus [Miloš Forman, 1984]
nice to see miyazaki has the same writing process as me
Ok and? what if I want to reminisce on how much this bitch sucks…
He still tastes the sand on his tongue, a remembrance of a not so fortunate collapse, a close face to face encounter with the dried ground. He licks the chapped lips, and unconsciously he knows they’ll split under his tongue, but he wonders with hope, so unfamiliar for him, if the blood will flow – he’s too thirsty, too dehydrated, and fluid is fluid, liquid is liquid.
Not the dust will be his killer, not the thirst, not the mutts of his imagination, but he himself only, as with nails he’ll scratch his wrists, and the cruor will flow down his fingers, down his throat.
With a madness in his eye, Micah looks at the hand supporting the saddle at his side.
Everything to survive, he promised himself once.
Everything to survive.
i'm alive. kindling play 4th chapter coming soon + some new poetical oneshots (!), not only from rdr2, coming not so soon too / i missed it
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