J’ai une infinie tendresse pour toi, j’aurai toujours, toute ma vie.
Blue is the Warmest Colour (2013)
The movie’s final sequence is heart-stoppingly ambiguous. Yet the point is surely that there is no guarantee that either Adèle or Emma will ever find anything as good ever again. The notion that they can each go on to find a better or richer experience is illusory. This isn’t young love or first love, it is love: as cataclysmic and destructive and sensual and unforgettable as the real thing must always be. To paraphrase Woody Allen, if it doesn’t make the rest of your life look like a massive letdown then you’re not doing it right.
Peter Bradshaw (x)

lovebeyondpain:

Just to make you happy. ❤️ on We Heart It.

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Traunkirchen, Austria (by Michael Artz)

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that one person you never really talk to but you reblog the shit outta each other

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silentnefertiti:

My architecture professor did this and I almost walked the fuck out.

Nigga just drew a portal to chalk zone fam.

killathegawd:

silentnefertiti:

My architecture professor did this and I almost walked the fuck out.

Nigga just drew a portal to chalk zone fam.

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this is still the best story ever told at a talk show

The last part fucking kills me 😂😂

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LOL “Bitch”