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keanu reeves and river phoenix in my own private idaho (1991) dir. gus van sant

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something’s crossed over in me

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I found you.

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Andrew Scott: I always forget the actual line 'cause I'm always thinking about your eyes [...] We sort of see into the depths of this character who is up to then kind of a mysterious character. It's just [Paul's] performance and he's listening so intently, and it's just beautiful.

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Brief Encounter (1945) dir. David Lean

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You’re not angry with me, are you? No, I’m not angry. I don’t think I’m anything, really. I just feel tired.

BRIEF ENCOUNTER  1945, dir. David Lean

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Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells

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under pressure

AFTERSUN 2022 dir. Charlotte Wells

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Song Of The Prettybird, Shay Alexi Stewart

I've lived 20 prettybird years Of this great big prettybird life And i think i pretty pretty pretty bird bird pretty much know what im talking about People like to poke fun at my pretty bird pretty preening At my pretty pretty bird pretty feathers But look at my long clean coat At my pretty pretty bird pretty pink legs When pigeon men track me cross sky highway they are happy to trace hungry orange eyes between my pretty pretty bird bird feathers To busy fantasizing pretty bird Wet dreams swollen chest fluff fest To pretty poke bird fun To pretty poke fun bird To pretty bird bird pretty bird bird pretty pretty pretty Too busy fantasizing to poke fun at permanently preening pretty bird My vanity is insanity unless it helps get you off What a treat hosting eyes between my thighs They will spend equal time begging to share bed with me Condemning mediocrity How does one achieve complexity when all she was ever taught to be was basic Pigeon man wants pretty bird to pretty bird Until pretty bird fulfills ideas of prettiness Then shes too pretty pretty bird bird paralyzing and preened Look at my long clean coat At my pretty pretty bid pretty pink legs Track me cross sky highway Take a picture I beg you Take a picture pretty bird pretty bird My left side is my best side I have a best side I have a better half I am a half Pretty cus they want a pretty bird bird I grew up on a diet of bread crumbs catalog clippings and sidewalk cracks How do you expect anything else Pretty sure i know what im talking about Pretty sure pretty sure Maybe not Sorry sorry sorry sorry Can i ask a question Sorry sorrry May i may i Pretty bird used to sing Baby bird used to sing Baby bird was pretty bird before pretty bird learned to pretty And baby bird could compose whole symphonies Acute intricacies melodies capturing vacies poetry But the reviews came in and they prefered apology So she shrank learned to make herself small enough to nearly fit back in her eggshell to tip toe atop eggshells expanded flight just long enough for pigeon men to track her cross sky highway but still she sang too loud so they caged her up for her pretty pretty bird bird long clean coat for her pretty pretty bird pretty pink legs and they said sing pretty lady sing but I forgot how so I said pretty pretty bird bird look at my long clean coat at my pretty pretty bird pretty pink legs but they were bored of me

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We’ve been waitin’ for you, now.

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L'Amour l'après-midi, 1972

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I got Mommed.

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Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) dir. John Hughes

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Like two branches in a river Flowing downstream Caught in the current I’ll carry you, You’ll carry me That’s how it could be

Before Sunrise 1995 dir. Richard Linklater

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…you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.

– James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

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I’m angry. My dad died. And my mom is a fucking disaster. And my husband is… And Kerry, and Marcia, and— it— it— feels like I’m the only one who lost something that they actually fucking wanted here and it’s not coming back, so…yeah.

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Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "Rain"