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fraueva · 2 years
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just kept myself quiet with sound of metal last night (both films are amazing in their own ways)
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fraueva · 2 years
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Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig,
Fleabag (2016-2019) dir. Phoebe Waller-Bridge.
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fraueva · 3 years
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I think I've unearthed a Steven Yeun’s secret at the choice of roles.
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Japanese masterpiece.
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fraueva · 3 years
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Richard Siken, Crush.
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fraueva · 3 years
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Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase.
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fraueva · 3 years
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I’d like to be invisible. I wish I didn’t exist.
Sergei Dovlatov, The Compromise.
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fraueva · 3 years
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Ayn Rand, Anthem.
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Horny vibes | Emile Ardolino, Dirty dancing (1987)
I'll never be sorry.
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fraueva · 3 years
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One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is just a statistic.
Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk.
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Vladimir Nabokov, Despair.
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Cold & Warm | Todd Haynes, Carol (2015)
Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?
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fraueva · 3 years
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I can't remember a thing, when you keep looking at me like that.
Vladimir Nabokov, Despair.
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fraueva · 3 years
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I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe for the warm hazel iris of her fluffy eyes, or for the natural side-wave of her brown hair, done anyhow, or again for that movement of her plump shoulders. But probably the truth was that I loved her because she loved me.
Vladimir Nabokov, Despair.
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Fallen angels (1995) & Yes No Maybe (2017)
Most people fall in love for the first time as teenagers. I guess I'm a late bloomer. Maybe I'm too picky. On May 30, 1995, I finally fell in love for the first time. It was raining that night. When I looked at her, I suddenly felt like I was a store. And she was me. Without any warning, she suddenly enters the store. I don't know how long she'll stay. The longer the better, of course.
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fraueva · 3 years
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He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
Memory (1): Incredibly.
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