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“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.”
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By Daniel Kuo

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You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via fitzgeraldquotes)

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

— Neruda

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I want you to miss me. I want you to recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up the uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rearview mirror. I want you.

— Camryn Pulaski Day (via atomos)

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I took the day off work yesterday, so I could see the first showing on the first day of release for Before Midnight.
Before Sunrise and Before Sunset are two of my five favorite films of all time. I’ve waited nearly a decade now, since seeing “Sunset” in the theater. We’ve gotten used to waiting nine years between films. But this makes it no easier.
Before Midnight was worth the wait. Since leaving the afternoon screening yesterday, I haven’t stopped thinking about the film. I keep replaying it in my head. This installment is much more real and raw than its predecessors - but it has to be.
After the first film, we’re left to wonder if these two twenty-somethings would meet when they said they would. After the second film, we know the answer to that question, but we wonder if these now thirty-somethings will learn from their decision. Those are fairy tale romantic stories, in essence. So how do you, as forty-somethings who met in the most romantic fairy-tale way, live up to that when every day life sets in?
The film is beautiful in its setting, like its predecessors. This time, with Greece as the backdrop. We get more of the philosophical banter that hooked us in, nearly twenty years ago. We laugh, smile, and cringe the whole time as we see that just as they had to work to meet each other in the first place, they have to do so at this point in their lives.
To think, I’ll have to wait another nine years, probably, to know what happens after the credits roll. I’ll be 44 years old. Their characters will be 50 by then.
I could go on and on. But I won’t, here. I’ll just listen to the (amazing) soundtrack on Spotify and continue replaying the trilogy in my head.

Gotta go see this. These movies speak to me.

Loved this so much. Everything about it.

I can’t wait to see this.

I can hardly wait..

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His eyes looked sad, like the ocean before a big storm.

— Mette Jakobsen, The Vanishing Act (via lngenua)

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