for reasons unexplained, every person in the world is born with a large gaping hole in the center of their chest. while not uncomfortable, it is widely considered unsightly, and pretty much everyone tries to fill it with something. some people fill it with religion, others just buy a bunch of stuff, and some even fill it with other folks. i left mine alone, though, because i found out if you run against the wind at just the right angle, it makes a whistling noise.
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Brigitte Bardot as Juliette Hardy in Et Dieu... créa la femme (Roger Vadim, 1956)
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GQ published an unedited version of a David Lynch interview about happiness they’d only briefly quoted before (x)
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Detail: Matlock Tor by Moonlight, 1777-80, by Joseph Wright of Derby.
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MICHELLE PFEIFFER as TITANIA A Midsummer Night's Dream (1999)
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Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you're falling to the floor crying thinking, "I am falling to the floor crying," but there's an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn't paint it very well.
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Et Dieu... créa la femme, 1956
#et dieu crea la femme#brigitte bardot#french cinema#50s cinema#cinemetography#movie shots#movie locations
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trying to heal, while trying to grieve, while trying to live, while trying to forgive, while trying to love, while trying to be loved
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“I’ve been thanking God for fear.”
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‘This winter. One afternoon the bus was late with the children. My imagination was like a storm. I stood at the road, and I couldn’t get rid of all the terrible pictures. So I started thanking God for this fear, because it meant I love them so much. The sun was shining on the snow and pines, and I stood down there, thinking of what it would be like not to have that fear; not to love anyone so much you couldn’t imagine living on the earth without them […] I looked at all that beauty around me and I was grateful. I was still afraid, but the worst of it went out of me.”
— Andre Dubus, “Out of the Snow”, Dancing After Hours
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