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extremely accurate

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i can watch it forever

#I am his wife now

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of all couples whimsical Edward and Tubbs are most romantical. and local.

#local post for local people #if you're not local there is nothing for you #you'll never leave

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concept: a girl commits suicide and makes epic come back as a living dead.

simplified version: a girl, who is going through her hardest time, does something deeply symbolic to unbound her pain and free herself emotionally for a new life.

if it would be a movie, i would choose the first concept, as its always more thrilling to solve a simple puzzle the director made just to comment it like

"oh my, the guy really got it"

#and it also has monsters #depression episode chronicles

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i can't stop doomscrolling

i need to stop, but i can't

my brain is like an engine failing again and again its desperate attempt to understand why, how a person could take a gun and fire at an armless one.

i can't

#Moscow

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my typical conditions these day:

- i'm so tired i'm practically fearless

- don't know any languages but bad

- love you guys, everybody, thank you for your existence

- what day it is? what i was doing? what i was saying?

- oh my my my he sent a message what does it mean what does it mean

- horny as heck, but it's Ramadan, so nonono

- we will survive. or not. or maybe. i truly believe, whatever it is.

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i am the clockwork bomb, but no one remember what detonation time set.

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it was prophetic .___.

but not in a way i expected

it was a big feast, and you were sitting at my table, and i was giving you glimpse after glimpse flirting so much, and every time i look at you, you were looking at me, smiling with your warmest smile and that special cunning glimpse in your eyes. we were so much in love with each other ❤️

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it was a big feast, and you were sitting at my table, and i was giving you glimpse after glimpse flirting so much, and every time i look at you, you were looking at me, smiling with your warmest smile and that special cunning glimpse in your eyes. we were so much in love with each other ❤️

#just another dream to remember

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this so wholesome, love it so much 🌿🌿🌿

I was going through some past emails and I found this post from my old Yahoo group

On Feb. 6, the "Old Movie Section" blog posted this "tintype" of Peter, written by Sidney Skolsky, taken from a book titled "Tintypes". Peter was working on "Crime and Punishment" at the time:

<<<< 11/27/1935 HCN Tintypes By Sidney Skolsky

Peter Lorre is in his dressing room. It generally takes him an hour to dress for his role in Crime and Punishment. He does this slowly, intentionally. He believes it aids him to portray the character.

He goes on the set and stands in for himself. He is one of the few big actors who do this. He poses under the hot lights while director von Sternberg arranges them and the camera. He does this because von Sternberg, who is particular about lighting a scene and an actor, asks him to do it. It means hard work for him, but he admires von Sternberg.

While on the set he has a favorite drink, a mixture of raspberry syrup and water. He makes everyone sample it. While making a flicker he doesn't eat much. His lunch consists merely of sliced fresh fruit, usually peaches.

He walks about, whether it be in the studio or in a restaurant, much in the same manner as he did in M. People who have seen him in this great flicker are scared when they first see him in person. He knows this and is greatly amused by it.

It was his excellent performance in M which got him a contract with Columbia. Before coming to America, he signed to play in the flicker, The Man Who Knew Too Much, to learn to speak English. He is good at languages and was quite adept at English in six weeks. He spoke better English in the latter reels of The Man Who Knew Too Much than he did in the beginning.

He was born in the village of Rosenberg, Hungary, on June 26, 1904. It was after he completed high school that he ran away from home to become an actor. In one early theatrical job he was given a three- line part. After the rehearsals the lines were taken away from him because he overacted. The director said he would be a standout by merely walking across the stage.

He is five feet 5 inches tall, weighs 160 pounds, has brown prominent eyes, brown hair, and rosy cheeks. A strange villain.

He speaks in a low, confidential voice which cannot be heard very far away. At the studio he will visit different offices. He amuses friends by acting and making faces. When telling a story he acts out all the characters.

He is a mild, pleasant person. He has a house at Santa Monica to which he invites his few friends for breakfast or dinner. He prefers to test by himself in his garden here. He seldom barks. He is not a visitor to the Hollywood gay places.

He enjoys watching tennis and football. His favorite sport is wrestling. He attends the bouts regularly. He once waited until after a match to ask Man Mountain Dean for an autograph.

He is married to Cecilie Lvovsky, an actress. They met when they were both appearing in the German play, "The Candidate," and were married when they met again in London. He was making a flicker. They were married during a lunch hour, and Lorre was in the make-up he used in The Man Who Knew Too Much. They haven't any nicknames for each other.

He makes charcoal sketches, landscapes and portraits, and is a good artist for his own amusement. He likes to listen to classical music. He detests bright red fingernail polish on women.

He insists that if he did not have to act, he would not. Acting, he says, is a child's profession for a grown up. "But," he slyly adds, "I love it."

When he isn't working he relishes a big meal. He likes Hungarian goulash and is especially fond of new potatoes in cream. He will talk about food and give a lecture on why a certain salami is better than another type of salami.

He is not at all particular about clothes. He doesn't try or pretend to be fashionable. He always carries plenty of baggage, most of which he never uses. He claims it looks good when you're traveling.

He likes cold showers and actually takes them.

He seldom carries money with him. Often he has run into a shop to buy a package of cigarets [sic], has found himself without a penny, and has had to write out a check for 15 cents. He sleeps alone in a twin bed. He wears pajamas, and on warm nights he wears only the jacket. He always reads himself to sleep.

He has a clause in his contract. Each day before work he is allowed to run into Boris Karloff's dressing room and frighten him.

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tbh i crave this every second of my life.

things i want right now:

movie-cuddles-sex-bedroom-talk night with my husband

fresh summer day in Bakhchysarai Palace

cacao or coffee in cozy anti-cafe with friends

good refreshing sleep

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things i want right now:

movie-cuddles-sex-bedroom-talk night with my husband

fresh summer day in Bakhchysarai Palace

cacao or coffee in cozy anti-cafe with friends

good refreshing sleep

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i just miss my tumblr and being comfortable around here SO much.

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i am entering my "yeah i'm toxic full-of-myself and know-what-i-want bitch, and if you don't like it know your place" phase, i guess.

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it was a good fight.

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my brain is so overwhelmed and overheat so i feel like i can make myself pass out deliberately