Singing in the rain (1952)
On another (far less dramatic) note, reliving the 90s has been my nights agenda and it has been fucking awesome.
Though does anyone actually know, what is a kiss from a rose on the grey?
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This is getting red-dick-u-lous.
You are taking over my mind like a parasite infiltrates its host - the only way that I can see to be rid of you is to bleed you out; type out my memories and thoughts and feelings in an attempt to expel you from my system… If possible.
Apparently there’s always a little love left over for that first love.
I just wish it didn’t hurt so; oh the woe! Oh the woe!
How pathetic.
Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder shot by Herb Ritts for Edward Scissorhands, 1990
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“For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I’m suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving… maybe I’m going home.” -Gattaca (1997)
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Need.
With the aid of copious amounts of red wine and choice friends.
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