Rooney Mara in A Ghost Story (2017)

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Rooney Mara in A Ghost Story (2017)
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Dead.
Marlene McKinnon, my best friend, was dead. She had more than likely been murdered by supporters of You-Know-Who. And we hadn’t been speaking to each other for over a month.
The dirt drive to our house was long and winding, and as soon as I passed the first bend beside the pasture I fell into the snow. The sheep watched me with their black watery eyes, uninterested, and in my wildness I envied them. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs had collapsed and wouldn’t open again; the sobs were too heavy, and only when I thought I would faint did the first rattling breath come sweeping into the vacuum of my lungs. With my cheek pressed into the snow I cried and thought of Marlene, and the last time I saw her: the way her white-blonde hair whipped through space as she Apparated, with a thunderous CRACK!, away from Sirius’s Cruciatus Curse.
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Peter: "I didn’t mean to! The Dark Lord… You’ve no idea of the weapons he possesses.”
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“So, who’s going to this ball thing?” “You, me, Lily… Oh, and we’ve invited Mary. She’s in a rough spot, but you already know that, obviously.”
I’d slid-shut my teenage-self’s veranda doors / and stepped out onto the world’s fancy balconies / and was prepared to do something drastic / like live and live and live.
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Rooney Mara on the set of A Ghost Story (2017)
I don’t want to judge what’s in your heart, but if you’re not ready for love how can you be ready for life?
let’s love fully and let’s love loud, let’s love now because soon enough we’ll die.
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I quit my dreaming the moment that I found you I started dancing just to be around you Here’s to thinking that it all meant so much more I kept my mouth shut and opened up the door
You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (via fy-perspectives)