The Addams Family (1994) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
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The Addams Family (1994) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
“It’s not a tragedy. These things happen. A young man falls ill in the summer. An old man is run over by a taxi. The biopsy shows that the tumor is malignant. These things happen every day. And every day we left home thinking it will never happen to us. A disease takes away a father. The doctor reports a worrying examination. A motorcycle through a closed headlamp. Every day this happens. And every day our plans are the same. Work, lunch, work, dinner. I don’t think it’s a tragedy when these things happen to us. We say: “what a tragedy! Died so young!” I think life is a heap of chaos and coincidence. I think we’re here today and tomorrow we can not be more. A tragedy is don`t be grateful the time that we’re here. A tragedy is not valuing family life. A tragedy is exchanging the smile of our son by cell phone. Is change a family ride by the concerns of labor. A tragedy is not embrace people today. A tragedy is spending your life in white. A tragedy is that one day we will be happy, not today. A tragedy is we thinkg that never happen with us. And life is getting to later. One day I change my job. One day I say I like her. One day I do this trip. I think it’s a tragedy when we learn to value what we have only after losing. I think it’s a tragedy live appearances. I think it’s a tragedy to work in something you hate. Death is not a tragedy. Tragedy is when we didn’t live.”
— Anonymous.
"The story of a boy who became a man... By becoming a bear."
This movie is way too under appreciated in my opinion… The fandom is practically non-existent…
And I don’t understand why? The plot was fantastic.
All of the characters were lovable.
There was no one that you absolutely could not stand.
The “bad guy” was actually the main character, Kenai. Which was an interesting twist for Disney.
But by building a bond with this young cub (Koda), and seeing the world through the eyes of a bear, he realized that he (as a man) had been the monster… Not bears.
I mean, talk about character development…
Koda: Those monsters are really scary… Especially with their sticks.
And for me, this scene right here was one of my most emotional Disney moments. You can’t even here Kenai telling the actual story… But you can see their facial expressions and you can just feel it. You know exactly what he’s saying to Koda.
Kenai: Well, I have a story to tell you.
Koda: Really? What’s it about?
Kenai: Well, it’s kind of about a man… and kind of about a bear. But mostly, it’s about a monster.
… Koda… I did something very wrong.
Okay, but on a lighter note?
The animation was incredible.
Amazing.
It was a powerful movie about brotherly love, guidance, and responsibility, and it truly is one of my favorite Disney movies ever.
Not to mention the soundtrack is amazing. You can’t go wrong with Phil Collins.
The fandom will never be huge, but the movie definitely deserves more credit. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it.
Brother Bear
I want to remind everyone that this movie is where the “quit telling everyone I’m dead” “Sometimes I can still hear his voice” joke came from.
A fantastic movie, I agree. 😍🐻
is there any sight in the world more healing than the that of a cat trotting daintily towards you
I am alone here, trying to think back
To those times where communicating
Was a struggle
What did I do?
What did I say?
What could have happened to drive you away?
I wish I would have known in those moments
And if I had
Maybe I wouldn’t be here
Alone
Tasting the salt of my tears on my lips
And the soft whisper of my name
A ghost in my ear
The voice of you
A distant memory, too far away to keep
Knowing that the cause of my pain
Was me
.
//the ramblings of someone who’s sorry
sometimes you just have to be done.
not mad, not upset.
just done.
Touchy girls are my favorite
Grab my hand, I don’t care if you have to take my phone out of it. Make me look, if you want a kiss then turn my head by my jaw. Pull me close, it doesn’t matter wether it’s by my hips or my collar. Like put a hand on my thigh, no motive needed. I’m all over that shit.
It's hard being an outsider. You think you have a best friend (and love) and you've had this best friend for 5 years and never once have you ever felt like you belong in their life. Sure, yeah, you belonged to their personal experience, but everything outside of that, friends, family... You were always excluded. Perhaps they never understood you. Perhaps they didn't like the fact that you came in and took the place of a previous best friend. Perhaps they didn't like the fact that you were a strong influence in that someone's life. No matter what it is though, you never felt like you belonged there. That it was always a struggle. Even though you were nice and sensible, always going out of your way to make sure everyone was treated kindly, they would fabricate shit that you did, or didn’t do, or take your jokes way too seriously, go behind your back, and complain about it. Whatever it was, they never once believed that you belonged in that family, even though you felt like you belonged to that person. They all post shit to facebook, oversharing their lives, getting themselves into the trends, ignorant, intolerant, becoming these basic molds of what people are nowadays. You never overshare, you never post on facebook, you never show what someone means to you through a post for everyone to see, and instead use human ways of appreciation through quality time, handwritten notes, little thoughtful gifts... And yet you STILL know that you are always put on the back burner, always the one that doesn't matter. Always feeling like you're replaceable. It just sucks not being important to someone who is still important to you... and honestly, feeling like you were never important to begin with.
if someone makes you happy, make them happier
Headaches
Are pressure, unwanted
That pound away at my skull
They keep me up at night
With thoughts of you clogged in my ears
So deep where I can’t hear a sound
My vision blurs and it hurts to stand
And the hours spent with my head in my hands
Can’t make up for the hours lost without you
The one thing worse than
An ache of the head
Is the heart
In the form of a break
.
// the ramblings of someone who’s sorry
My mattress turns into a rowboat
I wait until sleep comes
But thoughts of you keep the current strong
If only sleep could come soon enough
My mind could drift ashore
Before the morning light breaks
And the river flows once more
.
// the ramblings of someone’s who’s sorry
Google says it takes time to heal and the moving on is hard says the poets here but the hurt and the pain is too much, way too much and I sit here swallowing my own tears and every part of my being screams but I have no one to run to because
You were the one I ran to
And now I have no one and now I have to sit here swallowing my own tears as every part of my being screams
For things to go back to the way they used to be before we argued and argued and argued and
Drifted
They don’t write books about what to do when you lose a dreamer, a brilliant mind and a beautiful writer, a go-getter, a strong, funny, deserving individual,
A love
A best friend
An everything
I sit here swallowing my own tears
Drowning
Missing you
// the ramblings of someone who’s sorry
“if you ever think about me, let me know and i’ll live off of that thought forever.”
— that’s really all i need.