"Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness."
- Ingmar Bergman
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- Ingmar Bergman
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90% of the posts on here contain ridiculous comments by me in the tags. consider this fair warning.
& if i post something i made or whatnot, feel free to do whatever the hell you want with it.
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favorite tags:
montgomery clift
real madrid
liverpool fc
band of brothers
generation kill
the pacific
supernatural
music
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posted 7 months ago
(® sheercompulsion)
You know what’s even more fucked up? Trombley only shot two bursts, maybe seven rounds. I mean, we’re bumping down a dirt road, his targets are like 200 meters out, and he hits exactly what the fuck he’s shooting at.
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posted 1 year ago
(® previouslyvinterfell)
→ teen wolf/gk/spn || au meme/crossover
derek, michael, and walt become a pack
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posted 1 year ago
(® dickigrayson)
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posted 1 year ago
(® iknewplaces)
And it’s one, two, three,
what are we fighting for?
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posted 1 year ago
(® bradfordbadboyyo-deactivated201)
- HASSER: Y'know Wasik'll jerk off to anything. I seen him punishing his unit during a screening of Pocahontas at Mathilda.
- COLBERT: That's tragic. I liked Pocahontas. Wonderful music.
- ESPERA: Naw, naw, naw, Brad. You cannot say that you like Pocahontas. The genocide of my people is turned into a cartoon musical with a singing raccoon?
- ESPERA: I mean, think about it, dawg, the real story of Pocahontas is about a bunch of white boy who come to my land, bribe the corrupt Indian chief, kill off all the warriors and fuck the Indian princess silly. Would the white man make a story about Auschwitz, where the inmate falls in love with the guard and they go off singing love songs with dancing swastikas?
- TROMBLEY: My great grandfather killed Indians. Up in Michigan for money.
- ESPERA: Trombley, you are the first white motherfucker to say something like that to me.
- TROMBLEY: Yeah?
- ESPERA: Back in the fishing village where I'm from, Los Angeles, most white motherfuckers that talk about their people, they say they got a Native American ancestor to pretend to be down with me. But here you are, coming the other way.
- COLBERT: Poke, what the fuck are you anyway? Your wife is half white, you talk like you're black, most of your friends are fucking white, and every once in a while, when you feel like it, you throw in with the Indians.
- PERSON: Yeah Poke, what the fuck?
- COLBERT: Is it just that you're whatever race happens to be cool at the moment?
- ESPERA: You got a point, dawg. I don't hang out with Mexicans.
- LEON: I'm Mexican.
- ESPERA: Mexicans got $20,000 stereos, lots of guns and every time I go into a liquor store with one, I'm afraid we're gonna rob the place. Mexicans are scary motherfuckers.
- PERSON: What the fuck does any of this have to do with jerking off?
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posted 1 year ago
(® nom-chompsky)
