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Jedva čekam da te vidim...

A to ne mogu da ti kažem.

Ne smemo ponovo završiti zajedno.

To što se glupiramo je drugo.

Ti i ja jedno drugom nismo više ništa do povremeni susreti...

Zar nam nije bolje tako?

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It Should Happen to You

Pauline Kael used to say that screwball comedy was killed by pressure groups that didn’t want to see their demographics held up to ridicule. I don’t know how true that is, but certainly the more serious bent in American life following World War II helped create a world where nobody wanted to see themselves as screwballs. Then along came Judy Holliday. She had no trouble assuming Carole Lombard’s mantle as “the daffy Duse,” even if her films kept making us pay for laughing with her. For most of George Cukor’s IT SHOULD HAPPEN TO YOU (1954, Criterion Channel, Tubi), she’s deliciously demented as a young woman determined to become famous for being famous. Unlike in BORN YESTERDAY (1950), where we’re asked to pay for all the fun by having her learn the error of her ways, this film’s resolution isn’t all that traumatic. In fact, she’s allowed to remain as screwy as she was at the start.

Gladys Glover (Holliday) originally came to New York to make a name for herself. When she loses her job as a girdle model, instead of using her savings to return to Binghamton, NY, to marry the second man who proposes, she rents a billboard on Columbus Circle and plasters her name on it. A big-time soap magnate (Peter Lawford), who wants the sign for his company, trades her six other prominent billboards, and suddenly she’s a celebrity. That doesn’t sit well with her boyfriend (Jack Lemmon, in his first billed film role), a documentarian who finds her thirst for celebrity distasteful, but it lands her an unscrupulous manager (Michael O’Shea) only too happy to make a fortune off her.

Garson Kanin’s screenplay is smart. He takes his potshots at celebrity culture, TV and advertising without lingering over them, and having written three earlier films with Holliday knows exactly the kinds of lines that work for her high-pitched, perpetually surprised delivery. Cukor directs all this gracefully. His tracking shots are almost musical. And he helped Lemmon adapt to film acting by showing him how to keep his performance grounded in reality. The two stars work beautifully (they’d reunite later that year for the very good divorce comedy PHFFFT). His offhand line delivery matches up with her pixilated line readings to give their scenes an improvisatory sense. Most of them feel lighter than air. Even Lawford comes off well, in a mostly thankless role. When he tries to seduce Holliday, his physical grace is sexy but also funny.

It's a curious thing, though. Holliday was typed as dumb blondes, but it’s really grating to hear her called “dumb” on screen. Broderick Crawford had to pay for it big time in BORN YESTERDAY, as do the crooked executives who don’t take her seriously in THE SOLID GOLD CADILLAC (1956). So, when her fight scenes with Lemmon lead to his calling her stupid, it feels wrong. She’s given us too much fun for us to accept that she’s merely stupid, particularly since she’s been smart enough to get what she wanted. It’s a major accomplishment that Kanin and Cukor get the film back on track quickly and regain the buoyancy of Holliday’s earlier scenes. With Connie Gilchrist as a wise-cracking landlady, Whit Bissell as an advertising executive, Jack Benny foil Frank Nelson as, what else, a floorwalker, John Saxon in an early bit as a teen in Central Park, and Constance Bennett, Ilka Chase and Wendy Barrie as themselves. It’s some kind of comment on celebrity that even cast as herself, Barrie can’t play a believable human being.

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Ako nešto istinski volim, to je onda Galija. ❤️

galija // dodirni me

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Hunk Garrett x Fem! Reader One-Shot

A/n: HUNK IS UNDER APPRECIATED AND I’LL KILL ANYONE WHO DOESN’T THINK HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE AND AFFECTION- now enjoy :3

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“Remind me why we can’t come?” Keith says, in an agitated voice. “Because, Keith, this planet is fully occupied by females and they do not appreciate having men on their planet, even to visit.” Allura says putting on her helmet. Y/n chuckles, “Must be a great place to have a bachelorette party, no boys to annoy us. And better yet, no Lance.” She says, laughing as she puts on her gloves.

“Hey!” Lance yells. Hunk sighs, this is the first time Y/n is going on a mission without him and he’s not excited, he’s usually there to provide protection. Not that he doesn’t have full confidence in her abilities as a fighter, she’s saved his skin on multiple occasions. But there’s just a deep pit in his stomach.

“You good Hunk?” Y/n asks, her voice laced with concern. “Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to give you these,” He hands her a tin of what seems to be chocolate chip cookies, but who knows, they’re made of alien ingredients, “they’re for the journey.” She smiles at him sweetly, making his heart ache.

“Thank you so much, you know how much we all love your cookies Hunk!” She says happily, getting on her tiptoes and pecking him on the cheek. His cheeks are now dused in a soft, subtle pink as he rubs the back of his neck out of nervous habit, “N-not a problem.” He says, swallowing the lump that had formed itself in his throat.

Hunk has had feelings for Y/n for a while now, but has been to afraid to act on them. It’s hard, especially in combat, when he gets distracted by her or only profides her cover. But it’s hard for him not to be distracted by her, with her gorgeously curious eyes, and her always soft H/c hair. She makes him weak at the knees and he wants nothing more than to be with her, to keep her safe, to hold her in his arms, to call her his and to cook her breakfast every morning to see the bright smile on her face when she digs in.

He wants all of her. All her smiles, all her tears, all her laughs, he wants all of it. He wants to protect her from all of the bad in the world. But, right now he can’t, and that terrifies him.

Coran then pops out from the back of their pod,he was dressed in a dress and wig as he refused to let Princess Allura go without him there, “Welp, we’re all set ladies.” He says twirling his moustache. Y/n smiles softly at Hunk, giving him a hug, mumbling, “Thanks again for the cookies.” She pulls away, grinning up at him. She waves to everyone else as she and the others climb in, “Love you guys, don’t get into too much trouble while we’re gone!” She says, laughing with Pidge and Allura, Coran fixing his lipstick. And then they were off.

“What are they doing on this mission again, Shiro?” Hunk asks as he watches their pod fly further and further away. “They’re going to be trying to infiltrate a Galra base.” Shiro says in his usual baratone voice. Hunk feels his heart sink.

~time skip~

Hunk, Lance, Keith and Shiro were all together in the lounge area (idk what else to call it) just sitting in silence. Hunk then thought that this might be the perfect time to ask for some advice from them. “Hey, guys, I have something I was wondering if you could help me with.” Hunk says, getting everyone’s attention, “Yeah bud?” Lance says curiosity lacing his voice.

“Well, there’s this girl-” Hunk started, only to be interrupted by Lance, “A girl? Well you came to the right guy. Yunno, I am quite the ladies man, and-” It was Lance’s turn to be interrupted, “Will you shut up and let him talk? Go ahead Hunk.” Keith says, Hunk giving him a silent thank you as Lance glare at Keith.

“Well, it’s Y/n, I’ve kind of had a thing for her for a while now and I think I should try maybe asking her on a date. Any tips? I’ve never done it before...” Hunk says, nervously twiddling his thumbs, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the thought of asking Y/n out on a date.

“Wait, Y/n? Sorry bro, she’s a bit too hardcore for you. You’re too soft, whereas she’s a badass. Maybe you should try someone who might actually give you a shot-” Lance is interrupted by Keith punching his arm, “Ow!” “Shut up! Hunk, don’t listen to Lance, he has no idea what he’s talking about, you have just as much a chance as anyone. I think maybe even a better one. She hugged you, right? Didn’t hug any of us.” Keith says, reassuring me.

“Look, I was just saying that she might want someone who doesn’t vomit on a roller coaster.” Lance says, pouting while rubbing where Keith hit him. Hunk sits there, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, maybe Lance was right and he shouldn’t ask her out.

Lance and Keith left, leaving an upset and confused Hunk and Space Dad Shiro, “Hunk, do whatever you feel is right and whatever you feel with make you and Y/n happy. But, I think you should ask her. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. You definitely have a shot.” Shiro says, getting up and ruffling Hunks hair, causing Hunk to laugh, “Heh, thanks Space Dad.” Hunk says getting up and hugging Shiro. “No problem.” Shiro says, patting Hunk on the back.

~time skip~

It’s the next day and Y/n is back from her mission, but Hunk hasn’t seen her yet. He’s been to scared and has been trying to work of the courage to ask her.

Everyone’s getting ready for bed and Hunk has finally built up the courage to talk to her. He walks up to her bedroom door, chest puffed out shoulders back, he feels ready for anything. He knocks, than hearing he soft voice ring out a gentle ‘come in.’ He listens, opening the door, seeing her makes all his confidence diflate instantly.

“Oh! Hunk! I haven’t seen you at all today, how are you?” She asks smiling brightly. “Uhm, hi, I’m good, I just wanted to ask you a question.” He says, walking closer to her bed, only then noticing that her leg is wrapped up in gauze. “Shoot.” She says in her usually cheerdul tone.

“Uh, is-is your leg okay?” He asks, taking a seat on a chair positioned next to her bad. “Hm? Oh, yeah, it’s grand. I was shot by one of the Galras droids. It should heal up well enough. Was that your question?” She asks. “Uh no, it was... Are you sure it’s fine? Do you need anything at all? I can make you some soup.” Hunk kept on looking at her ingured leg. “No, no, no, I’m alright, it’s fine. I’m not hungry. Now, question?” She says, raising one of her eyebrows. “Oh, yeah, uh... It was... Well, I was wondering...” Hunk takes a deep breath, continuing, “Would you like to go on a date maybe sometime with me?” Y/n looks at Hunk astonished, “Hunk...” She says, in a breathless voice. “I know, I know, I’m soft, a-and I know I’m squemish and that I am not some big tough guy. But I swear that I will do nothing but right by you and that I’ll be here for you, whenever you feel sad, happy or whatever. And I’ll always make sure that you wake up to a delicious breakfast every morning and that I will protect you with my life and-”

Hunk gets cutoff by a small giggle from Y/n, he looks at her, confused. “Can I talk now?” She asks giggling, “Hunk, what I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was that I’d love to.” She says, laughing. Hunks expression lights up, “Seriously?” He smiles eye to eye. “Heh, Lance said I didn’t have a shot.” He said shaking his head slightly.

“He did now, did he?” Y/n asks. “Lance! Sweetheart, can you come here?” Hunk looks at Y/n, wondering what she was up to. She just smiles gently at him. Lance comes to the doorway, smiling boyishly, “What’s up Y/n?” “Lance, could you come here a second?” He comes closer, as requested. “Closer, please.” Y/n says, beckoning him closer. They’re close enough for their noses to almost be touching. Hunk is thouroughly confused, he just watches on silently. “Perfect.” Y/n whispers, then reaching up and grabbing Lance’s ear roughly as she starts scolding him in Spanish. Lance shouting ‘Aye’ repeatedly.

Once she finished she tugged his ear slightly, “Now, apologize to Hunk.” She says, finally releasing him. He turns to Hunk, holding his ear, “I am so sorry.” He says. Hunk just looks up astonished, “It’s okay.” Hunk says. “May I leave?” Lance asks Y/n, ���Sure, don’t cause anymore trouble.” Y/n says, nodding him off.

Hunk just looks at Y/n and starts laughing, “I didn’t know you knew Sapnish?” He laughs slightly, “I learned a bit in school.” She giggles. “Well, since I’m done, I guess I’ll leave you to get back to your thing.” Hunk says, readying himself to get up, only to have Y/n grab his hand. “No, I really wasn’t doing anything before you came. Do you mind keeping me company?” She asks softly. Hunk smiles gently, “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

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Konstantno brinem kad ćeš se javiti i kad ćeš me poremetiti

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„Čiji ono svirači, 'mesto para suze broje“

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Povređeno.

Uvređeno.

Zašto me više ne voliš?

Odlično sam.

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Šta ako sve što smo radili u životu je baš moralo da dovede do ovog, konkretnog trenutka i situacije?

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Živimo uobičajeno, nikad se ne zapitavši šta život nosi sa sobom i šta nam može pružiti. "To nije čak ni uslovljenost. To je anestezija. Prespavamo naš život letargično, bez snova. Ali gde je naš život? Gde je naše telo? A gde je naš prostor?"

Posle zime, Gvadalupe Netel

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"S kojih smo zvezda pali da se ovde sretnemo?"

Posle Zime, Gvadalupe Netel

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Zašto ćutim, šta je, ako ljubav nije,

Al ako je ljubav, Bože šta je ona?

Ako je dobra, zašto je zlu sklona,

Ako je zla, zbog čega slatka mi je?

Gorim li od sebe, čemu plač i tužba,

Kriv li sam tome, malo jauk vredi.

O žrtva smrti, slatkoćo u bedi,

Ako vas neću, čemu ste mi družba?

Al ako vas hoću, zdvajat nemam prava,

Suprotni me vetri, kroz šumu i besnoću,

Teraju u čamcu vrh bezdana plava.

Slab razbor i gresi razlog su mi seti,

Tako da ne znam sam stvarno šta hoću,

Te se znojim zimi a cvokoćem leti.

Frančesko Petrarka, Zašto ćutim

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Želim da me nikada ne zaboraviš i da ti večno budem na umu - tada ćeš možda razumeti moju patnju.

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Tek kad budem prestala da te biram, tek tada ću stvarno biti srećna

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Drugi vas mogu razbesneti ili uznemiriti samo ukoliko im to dozvolite.

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Život kojim ja živim - usamljenički je.

Za moje snove nema mesta u malom koferu tuđeg srca. Stvorena za veliko, to već retko ko razume.

Budna do kasno, ustaje rano, gotovo sam sigurna da ću samu sebe sresti između ta dva, između jave i sna.

A ja sanjam i kad sam budna, budna sam i kad spavam i sve se tako tiho poremetilo u mom životu.

Moj unutrašnji kompas pokazuje sve pravce u isto vreme. Trčim za vremenom, a trčim i za bezbroj ciljeva i ambicija.

Znam, postoji rizik. Mogu da se rasplinem u ovom ludačkom maratonu života. Mogu da samujem još dugo, nemajući vremena za druge.

Skupa je karta za ovo lično Jezero u kom je večita borba crnog i belog labuda.