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Listen Loretta, this ain’t no Disney movie with lightning bugs drawing hearts on hot August nights and frogs lining up on logs to sing lullabies of love in your ears. You ain’t no princess and I’m sure the hell no prince. This is life – real life! We’ll work hard all day, we’ll fight, we’ll argue. But under it all we’ll love. Not for one or two hours of animation, but twenty-four hours of real 3D honest-to-goodness life. I can’t say what’s coming up in the script, no one can, but I promise I’ll be there with you even when the credits roll and the last frame comes up saying “THE END”. Be my leading Lady. Marry me Loretta.


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How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?

―Orhan Pamuk, Snow

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I wanna pick you up, I don’t care what time
I wanna drive real fast to some place in town;
I wanna stress you out;
I wanna make things hard;
I wanna take your hand;
I wanna leave this bar;
I wanna wake you up on a driving train
that led it’s tracks down inside my brain

I wanna hear your band;
I wanna give it advice;
I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice;
I wanna take you home;
I wanna feel my age;
I wanna freak you out on a different stage;
I wanna show my teeth;
I wanna keep you fed;
I wanna get you drunk and let it go to your head

so I guess this means we can’t be friends

I wanna be unique;
I wanna be your kind;
I wanna make you hate me then change your mind;
I wanna wear a skirt;
I wanna make mistakes;
I wanna kill you first then take your name;
I wanna tear you apart;
I wanna make your bed;
I wanna break your heart;
I wanna break your head

so I guess this means we can’t be friends

Lorene Scafaria

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“I think the world will end in black-and-white, like an old movie. Maybe as long as we have colors we can keep going.”

Neil Gaiman, Pages from a Journal Found in a Shoebox Left in a Greyhound Bus Somewhere Between Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Louisville, Kentucky

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….and maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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We`ll never be the same...

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