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They couldn’t dominate Death inside the hospital, but they certainly made her behave. They had taught her manners. They couldn’t keep death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady. People gave up the ghost with delicacy and taste inside the hospital. There was none of that crude, ugly ostentation about dying that was so common outside the hospital. They did not blow up in mid-air like Kraft or the dead man in Yossarian’s tent, or freeze to death in the blazing summertime the way Snowden had frozen to death after spilling his secret to Yossarian in the back of the plane.
‘I’m cold,’ Snowden had whimpered. ‘I’m cold.’
-Joseph Heller - Catch-22
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omg she’s finished
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Oregon by Philosophiaphotography on Flickr.
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For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via introspectivepoet)

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Marlon Brando before and after makeup on the set of The Godfather
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Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden’s secret. Drop him out a window and he’ll fall. Set fire to him and he’ll burn. Bury him and he’ll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden’s secret. Ripeness was all.

I’m cold,’ Snowden said. ‘I’m cold.

-Joseph Heller - Catch-22
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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world…We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
-Dead Poets Society, Dir. Peter Weir (via wordsnquotes)

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"Carpe, carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.​"​
- Rest in peace, Robin Williams
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Had a dream I got on my flight and Emma Watson was in the seat next to me and we had a great chat, so hoping this comes true

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The Sixth Sense (1999)

The color red is intentionally absent from most of the film, but is used prominently in a few isolated shots for “anything in the real world that has been tainted by the other world” and “to connote really explosively emotional moments and situations”.

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People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.
-Lemony SnicketThe Grim Grotto
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Django is by far one of my favourite films