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patrickcassels:

The Hangover’s “Stu’s Song” a dark horse Oscar candidate for Best Original Song? Entertainment Weekly’s Aly Semigran thinks so. It is, as he notes, an “unexpectedly melodic” tune. Besides, if Gene Hackman can beat Walter Mathau in Kotch for Best Actor, then I guess anything’s f*cking possible.

It at least deserves a nomination, if only so it can be performed at the Oscars.

5 years ago

June 17, 2009
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52hearts:

In a cab home from the jazz club, he said “You act like I just want to sleep with you.”

He said, “I want to do everything with you.”

The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing

5 years ago

June 10, 2009
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5 years ago

June 5, 2009
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I feel..

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I feel..

5 years ago

June 4, 2009
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
— "Remember" - Christina Rossetti

5 years ago

June 4, 2009
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Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
Tunnels where the moon lived,
Rough warehouses that growled ‘get lost’,
Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,
Fallen abandoned, and decayed:
Inconceivably alien, it all

Belonged to someone else - to no one:
Till your beauty and your poverty
Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

— Sonnet XXV - Pablo Neruda

5 years ago

June 4, 2009
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O my luve’s like a red, red rose.
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a’the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

— "A Red, Red Rose" - Robert Burns

5 years ago

June 4, 2009
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The quarrel of the sparrow in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth’s old and weary cry.
And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world’s tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth’s old and weary cry.
— "The Sorrow of Love" - William Butler Yeats

5 years ago

June 4, 2009
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Infinite

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Infinite

5 years ago

June 4, 2009
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What I really want to do with my life - what I want to do for a living - is I want to be with your daughter. I’m good at it.
— Lloyd Dobler (John Cusack) - Say Anything… (1989)

5 years ago

June 3, 2009