Charlotte Gainsbourg: full album stream

kateoplis:david-noel:

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The Glamorous Life - Sheila E.

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hungryghoast:

Pterodactyl - December

I really like this month.

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leitch:  Woody Allen, 74 years old today. Happy birthday, Woody. Click for high-res photo

leitch:  Woody Allen, 74 years old today. Happy birthday, Woody.

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Wallace Shawn interviewed by Leonard Lopate on the re-release of My Dinner With Andre

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kateoplis:

M. Ward / Let’s Dance (Bowie)

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Telepathy and clairvoyance play a part in every love story.
Isaac Bashevis Singer
arsvitaest:uncertaintimes: Cary Grant (January 18, 1904 – November 29, 1986) from Archie Leach by Cary Grant: I learned many things in the quiet of that small room. I learned to accept the responsibility for my own actions, and to blame myself and no one else for circumstances of my own creating. I learned that no one else was keeping me unhappy but me; that I could whip myself better than any other guy in the joint. One becomes a battleground of old and new beliefs. Of nightmares beyond description. I passed through changing seas of horrifying and happy sights, through a montage of intense hate and love, a mosaic of past impressions assembling and reassembling; through terrifying depths of dark despair replaced by glorious heaven-like religious symbolisms. Session after session. Week after week. Click for high-res photo

arsvitaest:uncertaintimes:

Cary Grant (January 18, 1904 – November 29, 1986)

from Archie Leach by Cary Grant:

I learned many things in the quiet of that small room. I learned to accept the responsibility for my own actions, and to blame myself and no one else for circumstances of my own creating. I learned that no one else was keeping me unhappy but me; that I could whip myself better than any other guy in the joint.

One becomes a battleground of old and new beliefs. Of nightmares beyond description. I passed through changing seas of horrifying and happy sights, through a montage of intense hate and love, a mosaic of past impressions assembling and reassembling; through terrifying depths of dark despair replaced by glorious heaven-like religious symbolisms. Session after session. Week after week.

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Each morning at the school bus, a Chinese ayi (bus nanny) waited on the curb with her own white thermometer gun. The children formed a line behind her gantlet; she pointed at each of their small foreheads.