Clint Eastwood, c. 1960s
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I was looking at pictures from my birthday and I remembered that my friend made a slideshow presentation for me, probably one of my favourite gifts ever
Nathan ABC: A is for ASBO
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Favorite Films: Warm Bodies (2013)
“What am I doing with my life? I just wanna connect. Why can’t I connect with people? Oh right, it’s because I’m dead. I wish I could introduce myself, but I don’t remember my name. I think it started with an R. That’s all I have left. I shouldn’t be so hard to myself. I mean we’re all dead.”
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By the end of the tune, I have found the whistler, a wizened old man in a faded red shirt and overalls. His eyes meet mine. What happens next is not an accident. It is too well executed to be spontaneous, because it happens in complete unison. Every person in the crowd presses the three middle fingers of their left hand against their lips and extends them to me. It’s our sign from District 12, the last good-bye I gave Rue in the arena.
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Zachary Quinto got the Spock Vulcan salute from Obama [x]
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favorite movies: titanic (1997)
“I’ve never spoken of him until now. Not to anyone. A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me. In every way that a person can be saved. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now… only in my memory.”
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sometimes i see a boy and think “wow he’s hot” and then go on with my day as usual
but other times i see a boy and think “wow he’s hot” and then fantasize about him for like a week straight
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Ryan Gosling at the Sundance Film Festival in 2003.
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I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely.
When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once.
When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, but yet not one person looks up.
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