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“Y’know that ringing in your ears? That ‘eeeeeeeeee’? That’s the sound of the ear cells dying, like their swan song. Once it’s gone you’ll never hear that frequency again. Enjoy it while it lasts. - Children of Men (2006)

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supermercury:

where’s my oscar ?
If these outsiders can unlock the secrets of our past, perhaps we can save our future. 

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Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

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Bill Murray as Bob Harris in Lost in Translation (2003).

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 #if you don’t love this movie you’re wrong #the second one is good too #there was no third movie 

Inded: THERE WAS NOT THIRD MOVIE

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“Fox Force Five.” Fox, as in we’re a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as in we’re a force to be reckoned with. Five, as in there’s one..two …three..four..five of us.
Pulp Fiction (1994) vs. Kill Bill vol. 1  (2003)

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ruineshumaines:

Franck Allais

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hindikitty:

Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a let down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.

—Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain

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A horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed a part of their soul. one splits one’s soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you’re protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed. That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.

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