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I wish I could’ve lived like you. Do you hear me detective? I’m trying to tell you how much I admire you and your pretty wife. Tracy. It’s disturbing how easily a member of the press can purchase information from the men in your precinct. I visited your home this morning… After you’d left. I tried to play husband. I tried to taste the life of a simple man.

September 30th   1,741 notes   via  /  source
Tagged as: #se7en

marshmellowsnowflakes:

untitled by abbysreyb on Flickr.

englishsnow:

 Marika Jayne

venetians:

malibu’s beach shacks (by dancearoundaworldburningdown)

nevver:

On this day, 1955.

standupcomedyblog:

John Mulaney | The Salt & Pepper Diner

Jessica Chastain - Harper’s Bazaar UK Nov 2014 

wearyvoices:

Rosamund Pike | Toronto International Film Festival Portraits

In sixteen months of acting, he left a more lasting impression on the public than many stars do in thirty years. - Henry Ginsberg

His film career was one of the most brilliant and one of the most spectacularly brief in history. He was more like a comet than a star. - Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences

To me, the only success, the only greatness for a man is immortality. To have your work remembered in history, to leave something in this world that will last for centuries… that’s greatness. - James Dean (Feb. 8, 1931 - Sept. 30, 1955)

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When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

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- Ann Druyan (via theremina)

kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends & we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

get to know me meme: [7/?] favorite movies  lost in translation

B: The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.

C: Yeah, I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be, you know? I tried being a writer but I hate what I write. I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. You know, every girl goes through a photography phase. You know … horses, taking dumb pictures of your feet. 

B: I don’t want to leave.

C: Then don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz band.

everythingaboutfilm:

Keira Knightley in Atonement (dir. Joe Wright)

radtracks:

xabier // russian red

for a while your smile was perfect
and in your eyes the truthful sight of a real man
but then again i was missing the service of a young boy
who’s never loved before