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wordylove · 4 years
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Lo so, siete a bocca aperta. L’opera è di Darian Rodriguez Mederos, classe 1992, artista cubano di cui sentiremo parlare ancora.
via Jacopo Veneziani 
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wordylove · 4 years
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You gotta love this place. Everyday is like Halloween.
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wordylove · 5 years
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Iconic Scenes - The X-Files: Pilot.
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wordylove · 5 years
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I saw Elvis in a potato chip once.
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wordylove · 5 years
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— Taxi Driver (1976, dir. Martin Scorsese) — Drive (2011, dir. Nicolas Winding Refn) — You Were Never Really Here (2018, dir. Lynne Ramsay)
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wordylove · 5 years
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All the posters I made this year for some of my fave movies of 2018.
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wordylove · 5 years
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wordylove · 5 years
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“The wild hope of something happening is the underlying thesis of summer, the baseline that plays steady beneath the heat and the Fridays working from home, the empty weekends, the stuffy car-rides with the air-conditioning cranked up, the restaurants setting their tables up on desert-stretches of sidewalk and the bars with their open backyards crowded and sweating, the late-night walks home, the drinks wet in plastic cups, the crumpled shorts, the crowded beaches at the ends of subway lines. Things are supposed to start happening now, in the transformative, imaginary way of summers. The myth of the school year, which influences far more of us than only those who are still in or ever went to school, dictates that summer is a chrysalis: We disappear into it, green closing up around our shoulder-blades, and we emerge again almost three months later, irrevocably changed, gloriously unrecognizable. Summers in adulthood aren’t at all like this, and even summers as a kid aren’t like this really, a fact it took me much too long to learn. Some part of me still believes in these languid, saturated months as an alchemical formula into which one could dip one’s leaden school-year self and rise out shining, glittering gold and un-ruinable, value magnified.”
— “long weekends” / Helena Fitzgerald
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wordylove · 5 years
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my heart is broken.
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wordylove · 5 years
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THE X-FILES REWATCH: PILOT (1x01).
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wordylove · 5 years
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This episode should have been called ‘The Field Where They Platonically Imploded’ - - The X Files, S4 Ep5
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wordylove · 5 years
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So I still hold to you Like you still hold to me I still hold to you
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wordylove · 5 years
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Teliko | 4.03
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wordylove · 5 years
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I guess I just wanted Big Blue to be real.
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wordylove · 5 years
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“You can’t get the truth. You can’t. There’s a larger truth, though: that you can’t harness the forces of the cosmos, but you may find somebody else. You may find another human being. That may be kind of corny and all of that, but that’s really it: Love is the only truth we can hope to know, as human beings. That’s what Mulder and Scully found after nine years. And that’s a lot.” — Frank Spotnitz
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wordylove · 5 years
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When convention and science offer us no answers, might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?
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wordylove · 5 years
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I feel, Scully… that you believe… you’re not ready to go. And you’ve always had the strength of your beliefs. I don’t know if my being here… will help bring you back. But I’m here. THE X-FILES | One Breath (2.08)
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