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setbabiesonfire:


I saw this when I was walking home, and it just made me sad.

This hits hard.

Penita.
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jchastain:

Dear Catherine, I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end. Love, Theodore.
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bbook:

Allan: If that plane leaves the ground, and you’re not on it with him, you’ll regret it - maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.  Linda: That’s beautiful!  Allan: It’s from Casablanca; I waited my whole life to say it.
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(via oldrichardharrow)
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lifeinaglassshouse:

“Well, I’m, uh… I’m glad I ran into you. I’m glad we saw each other after all this time. I’ve imagined it so often, you know? Tomorrow I’ll wonder if it even happened at all. I’m glad I ran into you! Somehow I feel so much lonelier than before. I, uh… well, I used to think I could call you. Go have lunch. Get married. As simple as that. The promise of all those high school physics film strips fulfilled. A little spill milk leaps back into pitchers. Broken tea cups miraculously reassemble. Time really can — you know, time really can move in two directions. Time really can move in two directions. It doesn’t matter to the universe anyway. Which is to say… which is to say… I don’t know. Which is to say that I… I thought everything could still turn out. Now everything seems so much… more definite. It seems so much more real. It seems so much more final. A little milk, once spilled, cannot unspill. And a broken tea cup is always a broken tea cup. You know, it’s funny, ‘cause everyone thinks that they shouldn’t mention you to me. But the omission… the omission only makes it worse. I’d like to hear about you sometimes. I love you. For better or worse, you can take that on your travels.”
“Were you saying something? ‘Cause, um, I couldn’t hear over the shower”
“Nothing important.”
                                   -Conversations With Other Women
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I’m sitting here thinking of all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you because we grew up together. You helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know, there will be a piece of you in me always. And I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end.
Her, dir. Spike Jonze
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