Conte d'été (1996), dir. Éric Rohmer

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Conte d'été (1996), dir. Éric Rohmer
you can go back to the past but nobody’s there
i will never get over the way time and the environment behaved so differently when i was a kid. a saturday afternoon felt so vast and long. i could get absorbed into the colours and atmosphere of a tv show. even the food was better. even the air
"I walk around with this terrible fucking image of you in my head."
DARLING — 1965 dir. John Schlesinger
The whole idea of writing a blog is to get away from what I do all day. – So write a blog about cooking. – I'm not a real cook, like Julia Child or Mario Batali. – Julia Child wasn't always Julia Child.
Julie & Julia (2009) dir. Nora Ephron
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I want a love I never have to beg for, a love that calls for me first.
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"See Venice and die," is what they say? Or is it Rome?"
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"don't live in the past" okay well the people I loved are there
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