30 de junio de 2010

I am everything, that you were too afraid to be...

Lord Henry Wotton: What are you?

Dorian Gray:
I am what YOU made me! 
I lived the life that you preached... 
but never dared practice.
I am everything, that you were too afraid to be...

Deberíamos de querernos mas.

Muchas veces me han preguntado 
qué siento cuando hago el amor.
Es como una mezcla de energía con la otra persona que me hace
viajar y fundirme con el cosmos.
La energía de mi orgasmo es una pequeña parte de mi que se va
y acaba mezclándose con el universo,
es un viaje sideral que me lleva al infinito

Trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwzWrGEMGuM

I hope you feel things you never felt before

 For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case,
too early to be whoever you want to be.
There's no time limit, stop whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.
We can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you make the best of it.
And I hope you see things that startle you.
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people with a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not,
I hope you have the strength to start all over again

29 de junio de 2010

Soul mates...


Soul mates.
It's extrememly rare but it exists.
Sort of like twin souls tuning into each other.
Apparently even in death.

I was just a girl... interrupted

Have you ever confused a dream with life?

Or stolen something when you have the cash?
Have you ever been blue?
Or thought your train moving while sitting still?
Maybe I was just crazy.
Maybe it was the 60's.
Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted

You made my life

Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon.
But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me.
It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, 
I am eternally grateful... literally.
If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that 
you'll try to see yourself through my eyes.
Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly.
But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise.
So here it comes, the big one. 
Don't be afraid to fall in love again.
Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.
P.S. I will always love you 

If our two loves be one...



I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved?
were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got,
'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and
I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

28 de junio de 2010

Every superhero has a nemesis

Every superhero has a nemesis.
Someone that negates her powers 
and brings her down amongst the mortals.
Someone that makes her no more than human.
Sometimes I think I made him up.
Like I reached out through the ether, through the haze, and tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Hey, please, come wake me up."
Every super hero has a nemesis.
Mine is a cute stoner boy named Jonah. 

27 de junio de 2010

I'll wait for you. Come back


My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter.

The first surprise was she didn't go up to Cambridge. She's doing nurses' training at my old hospital. 
I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance.

She says she's beginning to get the full grasp 
of what she did and what it meant.
She wants to come and talk to me. I love you. 
I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me...
Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume.
The one I had been planning on that evening walk.
I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life.
The man who, with the clarity of passion, 
made love to you in the library.
The story can resume. I will return. 
Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.


I only hope I can be as good a man as you

Dad, I may not be the best, but I come to believe that I got it in me to be somebody in this world. And it's not because I'm so different from you either, it's because I'm the same. I mean, I can be just as hard-headed, and just as tough. I only hope I can be as good a man as you. 

Androgyne ♥


Andrógino es el término con el cual se refiere a las personas en las cuales sus rasgos externos no son propios ni del sexo masculino ni femenino, entrando así en un término medio.

El término fue mencionado por primera vez por Platón, que en su obra El Banquete menciona a un ser especial que reunía en su cuerpo el sexo masculino y el femenino y/o masculino-masculino y femenino-femenino.

Según cuenta el mito, estos seres intentaron invadir el Monte Olimpo, lugar donde viven los dioses, y Zeus, al percatarse de esto, les lanzó un rayo, quedando éstos divididos. Desde entonces, se dice que el hombre y la mujer andan por la vida buscando su otra mitad.

Muchas veces habrás escuchado una teoría que interpreta el amor como una fuerza que empuja a una persona a buscar su complemento psicológico en la relación de pareja con otra persona (su "media naranja").

We're all miracles

You're a miracle. We're all miracles.
Know why?
Because as humans, every day we go about our business, 
and all that time we know...
We all know... that the things we love...
the people we love, at any time now can all be taken away.
We live knowing that and we keep going anyway. Animals don't do that.

I want an angel to sweep down...

If only my life could be more like the movies.
I want an angel to sweep down to me like it does to
Jimmy Stewart in it's a wonderful life and talk me out of suicide.

I've always waited for that one moment of truth
to set me free and change my life forever...
but he wont come,it doesnt happen that way.

All the drugs,all the therapy,fights,anger,guilt,rave,
suicidal thoughts,all of thta was part of some slow recovery process,
the same way i went down i came back up,gradually... and then suddenly.
The pills werent the cure at all,
God knows,but they gave me breathing space
which allowed me to start writing again only this time
it was not as if my life deppended on it

I can’t wait to spend eternity with you

My Love for you overwhelms logic and common sense. I planned on falling in love with you, but I know you didn’t plan on falling in love with me. But once you turned to me and trusted that I will take care of you, our relationship began. I have always loved you, despite your indifference to me and once you realized this, you were able to see how unique and beautiful everything I created is. For me, Love like I feel for you has been happening since before I created the universe and that’s why every minute we spend together has been seared in My memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it and I’ll never leave you. I can’t wait to spend eternity with you. I’ll explain everything you’ve been wondering about when you get here. Until then, my letter explains everything you need to know right now. If you have any other questions just ask. I’ll always answer

26 de junio de 2010

I just want another night

Let me sing you a waltz Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts
Let me sing you a waltz About this one night stand 
You were, for me, that night
Everything I always dreamt of in life 
But now you're gone You are far gone
All the way to your island of rain It was for you just a one night thing
But you were much more to me, just so you know
I don't care what they say 
I know what you meant for me that day
I just want another try, I just want another night
Even if it doesn't seem quite right
You meant for me much more than anyone I've met before
One single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody
I have no bitterness, my sweet 
I'll never forget this one night thing
Even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until I die
Let me sing you a waltz Out of nowhere, out of my blues
Let me sing you a waltz About this lovely one night stand

I'll see you in another life...


David:
Do you remember what you told me once? 
That every passing minute 
is a another chance to turn it all around.

Sofía: 
I'll find you again ♥.

David: 
I'll see you in another life... 
when we are both cats ♥.

I'm a Cyborg, But That's OK

A young woman who believes she's a cyborg hears voices and harms herself while at work making radios. She's hospitalized in a mental institution where she eats nothing and talks to inanimate objects. She's Young-goon, granddaughter of a woman who thought she was a mouse (and whose dentures Young-goon wears) and a mother who's a butcher without much social grace. Young-goon comes to the attention of Il-sun, a ping-pong playing patient at the institution who makes it his goal to get her to eat. Will he succeed? Which way does sanity lie?

25 de junio de 2010

Growing strong and growing strange

Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange

I wanna be with her all the time...

I wanna be with her more,
I wanna be with her all the time,
and I wanna tell her things I don't even tell you or mum.
And I don't want her to have another boyfriend.
I suppose if I could have all those things,
I wouldn't really mind if I touched her or not. 

I'm good at getting guys to want me

There's not a lot that I am good at.
But I'm good at getting guys to want me.
Not date me, or marry me, but want me.

You wanna see my view of Paris?

Ex-girlfriend: Whatever happens in the end...
I don't wanna lose you as my friend.
Jack: I promise, I will never be your friend
No matter what. Ever

24 de junio de 2010

Are you a vampire?


Oskar: Are you a vampire?
Eli: I live off blood... Yes.
Oskar: Are you... dead?
Eli: No. Can't you tell?
Oskar: But... Are you old?
Eli: I'm twelve. But I've been twelve for a long time.

Does true love really exist?

Charlyne Yi embarks on a quest across America to make a documentary about the one subject she doesn't fully understand: Love. Michael Cera becomes the object of her affection. Weaving together reality and fantasy, Paper Heart combines elements of documentary and traditional storytelling to bring a fresh perspective to the modern romance.

Charlyne Yi does not believe in love. Or so she says. Well, at the very least, she doesn't believe in fairy-tale love or the Hollywood mythology of love, and her own experiences have turned her into another modern-day skeptic. Charlyne embarks on a quest across America to make a documentary about the one subject she doesn't fully understand. As she and her good friend Nick search for answers and advice about love, Charlyne talks with friends and strangers, scientists, bikers, romance novelists, and children. They each offer diverse views on modern romance, as well as various answers to the age-old question: Does true love really exist?

Three of my great fears...

This effectively combines three of my great fears:
The dark, heights, and public nudity.

23 de junio de 2010

What do you expect me to do?

Lea de Lonval: What do you expect me to do
go and pine away in Normandy?
Stop dyeing my hair? Is that what you want?
Cheri: Yes.
Lea de Lonval: You're not the first young man I've said goodbye to.
Cheri: Yes, I know, but what 
I thought might be appropriate...
is if I were the last...

My own Beetlejuice ♥

I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK?
You think I'm qualified?

22 de junio de 2010

cap ou pas cap?

Les amis, c’est comme les lunettes.
Ca donne l’air intelligent, mais ça se raye facilement.
Et puis, ça fatigue !
Heureusement, des fois, on tombe sur des lunettes vraiment cool !
Moi, j’ai Sophie. ♥

Es tan misterioso el país de las lágrimas...

Es tan misterioso el país de las lágrimas...
Si alquien ama una flor de la que no existe más que un ejemplar en todos los millones y millones de estrellas, le basta eso para ser feliz cuando la mira. Piensa:
"Mi flor está allí, en alguna parte..."

The Cove

If you aren't an activist you're an inactivist 

Go to Paris and Rome and listen to jazz...

Studying is hard and boring. Teaching is hard and boring.
So, what you're telling me is to be bored, and then bored, 
and finally bored again, but this time for the rest of my life?
This whole stupid country is bored! 
There's no life in it, or color, or fun! 
It's probably just as well the Russians are going to drop a nuclear bomb on us any day now.
So my choice is to do something hard and boring, or to marry my... Jew, and go to Paris and Rome and listen to jazz, and read, and eat good food in nice restaurants, and have fun! It's not enough to educate us anymore Ms. Walters. You've got to tell us why you're doing it.

Without love, we’d all be hopeless...

Love is finishing each other’s sentences
Love is having butterflies whenever you think of him

Love is wanting him when he’s away

Love is worrying if he’s okay
Love is waiting for that call


Love is brushing lips together
Love is long drives with the music blaring
Love is friendship on fire


Love is always knowing he’s there
Love is touching skin
Love is when two minds are so entirely alike 
that they link, even from far away
Love is long talks about nothing
Love is laughter


Love is holding hands and big hugs
Love is smiles all around
Love is that sparkle in his eye

Love cannot be explained, it is not just one thing, it’s many.

Love is what makes up the world, 
without love, we’d all be hopeless...

21 de junio de 2010

My Favorite Films

Will carry the image of you in hers forever...

One day you’re going to want that specific girl.

That girl that knew she wasn’t perfect, but tried to be for you.
That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you and love you the only way she knew she could but you wouldn’t let her.
That girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths.

That girl who still can’t bring herself to hate you, even though you probably deserve it.
That girl who saw past your pretty face and treasured parts of you that no one else appreciated.
That girl who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of you in hers forever.

And by the time you realize that’s the girl you’re looking for, she’ll be with the guy who already knew.

20 de junio de 2010

Losing all hope is freedom ♥

Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment.
The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive. 
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis. 
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world

My love quotes VII

This effectively combines three of my great fears: the dark, heights, and public nudity.

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it

I feel like if someone were to touch me, I'd dissolve into molecules

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?

I Was Like, Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

I'm not crying because you're mean. I just can't imagine how incredibly painful it must be to be you

You know, if you're going to suggest therapy, don't. I'm living proof it doesn't work

Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less...

I want to forget everything that has happened to me before. I want to freeze this moment... forever.

I apply my personality like in movie situations

What if you had a second chance to find true love?

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression

Honestly, if you're not willing to sound stupid you don't deserve to be in love.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life

It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side

I need someone to shut off my brain and turn on my heart

I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me

Some things are true whether you believe them or not

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it

ln life for every action there is a definite and distinct reaction

First, you fight with your head, then you fight with your heart

19 de junio de 2010

Directeurs du film ♥



You won't be leaving me again.

I waited for you for so long.
And now...after all these years, to have you here...
You won't be leaving me again.
You'll be staying put for a long while

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever ♥


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever ♥
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 
A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon 
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils 
With the green world they live in; and clear rills 
That for themselves a cooling covert make 
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, 
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 
We have imagined 
for the mighty dead; 

All lovely tales that we have heard or read:An endless 
fountain of immortal drink,Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 
Nor do we merely feel these essences 
For one short hour; no, even as the trees 
That whisper round a temple become soon 
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, 
The passion poesy, glories infinite, 
Haunt us till they become a cheering light 
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast 
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast, 
They always must be with us, or we die. 

Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I 
Will trace the story of Endymion. 
The very music of the name has gone 
Into my being, and each pleasant scene 
Is growing fresh before me as the green 
Of our own valleys: so I will begin 
Now while I cannot hear the city's din; 

Now while the early budders are just new, 
And run in mazes of the youngest hue 
About old forests; while the willow trails 
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails 
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year 
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer 
My little boat, for many quiet hours, 
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers. 
Many and many a verse I hope to write, 
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white, 
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees 
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, 
I must be near the middle of my story. 
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary, 
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold, 
With universal tinge of sober gold, 
Be all about me when I make an end! 
And now at once, adventuresome, I send 
My herald thought into a wilderness: 
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress 
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed 
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.

18 de junio de 2010

I should have listened to you...

You know what sucks? 
Realizing that everything you believe in 
 is complete and utter bullshit. 

Destiny and soul mates, true love and all the childhood fairytale nonsense… 
You were right, I should have listened to you.

16 de junio de 2010

And then we'll really be free

You know what I say? I say... to hell with going back to our cells.
Let's go out there, and run down the stairs, and go out in a hail of bullets.
And then we'll die! And then we'll really be free

15 de junio de 2010

They're shooting stars

Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons,
but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common.
They're shooting stars
a spectacular moment of light in the heavens
fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone

I don't expect you to remember me

Barbara Novak: I'm not gonna storm out of here, Catch. And I'm not gonna admit that you got Barbara Novak to fall in love... because I'm not Barbara Novak. There is no Barbara Novak.

Catcher Block: Huh?

Barbara Novak: And I didn't fall in love with Zip Martin. I fell in love with Catcher Block.
And that was a year ago, when for three and a half weeks,
I worked as your secretary.
I don't expect you to remember me. I wasn't a blond then. But you did ask me out.

And it broke my heart to say no, but I loved you too much. I couldn't bear to become just another notch in your bedpost. With your dating habits, I knew that even if I was lucky enough to get a regular spot on your rotating schedule... I would never have your undivided attention long enough for you to fall in love with me.

I knew I had to do something to set myself apart. I knew I had to quit my job as your secretary... and write an international best-seller controversial enough... to get the attention of a New York publisher as well as "KNOW" magazine... but insignificant enough that as long as I went unseen, "KNOW" magazine's star journalist would refuse to do a cover story about it. I knew that every time we were supposed to meet, you would get distracted by one of your many girlfriends and stand me up... and this would give me a reason to fight with you over the phone... and declare that I wouldn't meet with you for a hundred years.

And then all I would have to do was be patient and wait... the two or three weeks it would take for everyone in the world to buy a copy of my best-seller - and then I would begin to get the publicity I would need for you... to, one, see what I look like, and, two, see me denounce you in public as the worst kind of man.

I knew that this would make you wanna get even by writing one of your exposés. And in order to do that, you would have to go undercover, assume a false identity and pretend to be the kind of man who would make the kind of girl I was pretending to be fall in love.
And I knew that since I was pretending to be a girl who would have sex on the first date you would have pretend to be a man who wouldn't have sex for several dates.

And in doing so, we would go out on lots of dates to all the best places and all the hit shows until finally, one night, you would take me back to your place - that you were pretending was someone else's - in order to get the evidence you needed to write your exposé... by seducing me until I said, "I love you."
But saying "I love you" was also my plan.

I just wanted to tell you the truth so that when you heard me say, "I love you" you would know that I knew who you were, and you would know who I was.

Then you, the great Catcher Block, would know that you'd been beaten at your own game... by me, Nancy Brown, your former secretary. And I would have, once and for all, set myself apart from all the other girls you've known, all those other girls that you never really cared about, by making myself someone like the one person you really love and admire above all others: you.

Then, when you realized that you had finally met your match... I would have at last gained the respect that would make you wanna marry me first and seduce me later.
I just wanted you to hear all this from me before you heard it from your private eye. 

We have never found an answer...

So much has been said about the girls over the years.
But we have never found an answer.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, 
or that they were girls...but only that we had loved them... 
and that they hadn't heard us calling...
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms...
where they went to be alone for all time...
and where we will never find the pieces 
to put them back together.  

14 de junio de 2010