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we kissed on a corner, then danced through the night.

volim le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain, kišna popodneva, kapučino, jutra, miris ljeta, male stvari, analognu fotografiju, francuski novi val, televizijske serije.

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Bob: I don't want to leave.
Charlotte: So don't. Stay here with me. We'll start a jazz band.

Life & Death

Meredith: Any first year med student knows that an increase heart rate is a sign of trouble. A racing heart can indicate anything from a panic disorder to something much, much more serious. A heart that flutters, or one that skips a beat, could be a sign of secret affliction or it could indicate romance which is the biggest trouble of all.


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credits
Design: thousandone
Adjustment: murderscene
Video i Ciné-Club,Télérama i Film Express
nedjelja, 07.12.2008.
Obožavam kuhati,skupljati recepte i čitati bakine kuharice.Miris jutarnje kave, palačinki, kuhane čokolade i mađarica, čitati knjige i gledati filmove kasno u noć,slušati Beatlese i razmišljati o budućnosti,zamišljati se na ulicima Dublina, Parisa i Londona,čitat serijale Sumraka prije spavanja,po hladnom vremenu u rukama držati kapučino od vanilije i mirisati ga,stari namještaj,balone, ljetno izležavanje, smijanje do besvijesti, tople napitke, riječ čokolada,tržnice, filmove sa engleskim glumcima i prebacivanje scena do njihovog božanstvenog naglaska, kada vidiš da ti je osoba online i pisat joj Ja sanjajući uvijek idem Tebi, zavuči se u dekicu sa kakaom u ruci, internet ljude, sjećanja na prošlosezonske pahuljice,isprobavat parfeme,prognozu,Roberta,njegovu kosu, satove poslje ponoći,večernje opuštanje,tišinu,šum valova,cvijeće i zelenilo, karnevale,snažni vjetar,francuski kojeg ću jednog dana znati,zamišljati svoj budući stan u Dublinu, hladna jutra,vidjeti sebe kako mi padne olovka i zgužvnana bilježnica, gubitak olovaka i gumica jer tek tad znam da sam to ona prava ja.

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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.


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