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Birthday: 2/11/1983
Expertise: a falling star, the get away car, a carousel, a wishing well, a mystery
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| looking at this makes me happy. what a lovely movie.
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| April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
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| Or maybe it's the very nature of a friendship versus an intimate relationship. When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You might grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume that it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for granted, which might be the very thing so dear about it.
- from Something Borrowed
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| *edit* i will tame my sweet tooth, darn it! 
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| Arthur Abbott:
"Iris, in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best
friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason,
you're behaving like the best friend."
Iris:
"I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said, "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an
extraordinary thought."
"Listen. I know it's hard to believe when people say "I know how you feel." But I actually know how you feel. You see, I was dumb seeing someone back in London. We worked for the same newspaper and then I found out he was also seeing this other girl Sarah from the circulation department on the 19th floor. Turned out that he wasn't in love with me like I thought.
What I'm trying to say is I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible and how it could actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy and sometimes you could even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door.
And after all that, however long that may be, you'll go somewhere new and meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."
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