A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Even The Sparrows
"I look up -- there's a tree and a small brown bird
Even the sparrows have built a nest
But we, poor fools, have built nothing"
Fight
and sorrow from my right.
"You might seem too strong to surrender,
boy, but you're far too frail to fight."
That old dull pain beats in my brain
and falls down my back into every limb-
And its more of the same
as the warmth that I seem to lack"
These Days
"Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't, I don't do too much smiling these days
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she said,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, and I see a darkness
And I shall be released
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan"
Kiss my tired head
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't, I don't do too much smiling these days
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she said,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, and I see a darkness
And I shall be released
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan"
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
But Today Was A Good Day
I guess I'd be able to live my own life if I was not so tremendously codependent.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Docked
you whispered to me of how loose lips sink ships
but I have been harboring some deep and heavy baggage
constraining me anchored right here
(remembering the faintness of those words is the sole thing keeping my eyes off of that rope)
the waves are choppy
but this feeling is as sparing and endless as all of the oceans and seas I will never see
(blue forever)
but I have been harboring some deep and heavy baggage
constraining me anchored right here
(remembering the faintness of those words is the sole thing keeping my eyes off of that rope)
the waves are choppy
but this feeling is as sparing and endless as all of the oceans and seas I will never see
(blue forever)
Last Scenes
we ended, like the conclusion of a romantic drama with mildly hopeful sentiments. (we had our subtle laughs, our differing insinuated flashbacks, the screen abruptly turns black, then fades again and you can tell a little time has passed, we are face to face again, does this never end?)
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Beneath The Bridge
I broke my heart
jumping through hoops
I just nearly drowned
in the water under the bridge
and all hope is diminished
every single night
blinded by the light at the end of the tunnel
I crawl onward
threw my life saving
into the wishing well
after jumping off of the bridge's edge
and barely making it out of the waves
I lived underneath it
taking years to understand
that I in fact do belong atop it
Sunday, October 28, 2012
I Found Out Nothing's Alright
"The light that came onwas blinding, yeah, blindingand then it was gonebut I will remember
and I won't move on
I found out that nothing's alright"
Dog Paddle
turns out these relationships are not worth the near to nothing amount of energy that they take to maintain
because i have but one unconditional, and she doesn't live here and it's not the same
as the people around here calling me (but not by my name)
this means nothing to anyone, knowing although to me it means a lot
i can tell by the way they expect me to use the bar stall without a lock
without a lock
without a lot
just a little thought
and i feel no better
when they use the word forever
conditional is exactly what this should be
now a negative connotation to the word friend
because i am drowning
in the shallow end
never really thought i would say that i feel this sort of alone
relating to but one person now from that discarded home
because i have but one unconditional, and she doesn't live here and it's not the same
as the people around here calling me (but not by my name)
this means nothing to anyone, knowing although to me it means a lot
i can tell by the way they expect me to use the bar stall without a lock
without a lock
without a lot
just a little thought
and i feel no better
when they use the word forever
conditional is exactly what this should be
now a negative connotation to the word friend
because i am drowning
in the shallow end
never really thought i would say that i feel this sort of alone
relating to but one person now from that discarded home
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Love Can Be So Boring
"So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
Nothing's quite the same now
I just say your name now
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had
So you stole my world
Now I'm just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely
Send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't need me back
You're just the best I ever had
And it may take some time to
Patch me up inside
But I can't take it so I
Run away and hide
And I may find in time that
You were always right
You're always right
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
What was it you wanted
Could it be I'm haunted"
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
Nothing's quite the same now
I just say your name now
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had
So you stole my world
Now I'm just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely
Send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better
But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't need me back
You're just the best I ever had
And it may take some time to
Patch me up inside
But I can't take it so I
Run away and hide
And I may find in time that
You were always right
You're always right
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring
What was it you wanted
Could it be I'm haunted"
This Directionless
I crassly conceived, so backwards believed
that you were so lost without my guidance
my head is still spinning
I just hope that I do not remain this directionless
forever
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Find Me
"The cure for pain is in the pain,
so it's there that you'll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
"Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly."
Let me be, let me be..
Lowered down like a casket
and buried just below her chest.
"Whatever I was searching for,
it was never you," she says.
The record ended long ago,
we go on dancing nonetheless.
I opened like a locket,
"If you're ever cold," I wrote,
"there's warmth inside me.
I'm the pocket of an old winter coat."
But where she used to say "I need you."
Now...."I don't.""
so it's there that you'll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
"Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly."
Let me be, let me be..
Lowered down like a casket
and buried just below her chest.
"Whatever I was searching for,
it was never you," she says.
The record ended long ago,
we go on dancing nonetheless.
I opened like a locket,
"If you're ever cold," I wrote,
"there's warmth inside me.
I'm the pocket of an old winter coat."
But where she used to say "I need you."
Now...."I don't.""
Alive In So Long
keeping you prestine in the museum of my mind
this is the first time being alive singularly in so long
(for now
take a good long look at everything you aren't missing out on
though you can't
my face is too grossly familiar to observe)
this may not make sense right now
but thank you so much for showing me that I deserve better
I thought I did, but didn't believe it
"did you come knocking on my door or did I come to yours?
whose ship came washed up on whose shore?
and from what ocean floor?
there wasn't much to her dress
and I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand"
"
"
this is the first time being alive singularly in so long
(for now
take a good long look at everything you aren't missing out on
though you can't
my face is too grossly familiar to observe)
this may not make sense right now
but thank you so much for showing me that I deserve better
I thought I did, but didn't believe it
"did you come knocking on my door or did I come to yours?
whose ship came washed up on whose shore?
and from what ocean floor?
there wasn't much to her dress
and I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand"
"
"
Stare Endlessly
"My dear you are naught but a mirror
Hung high above my bathroom shelf
I stare endlessly looking for answers
But all that I see is myself"
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Friday, October 26, 2012
Keep In Mind, Kept In Mind
You can only tell someone you'll let them go so many thousands of times before they take you up on it.
Last
I have conceived that I have a difficult time differentiating nerves, from elation. Obviously, not every time that I feel nervous, but rather when the nerves are not of a negative nature. Perhaps people spiral upwards, the same way that they spiral downwards, I am simply less familiar with the upwards motion and thoughts. I feel okay today, because there is change in the air, although I am an off putting sort of anxious, trust me, I do not normally toss away my breakfast. Trembling hands, teary eyes, how long can this last? Most importantly, should anything last?
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Built On
"But something changed as we exposed ourselves, just as it does
in any relationship built on words instead of deeds."
in any relationship built on words instead of deeds."
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Just The Same
These white walls did not render me plain
these parents aren't entirely to blame
not nature, not nurture
all the same I do feel our sadness deep in my veins
these parents aren't entirely to blame
not nature, not nurture
all the same I do feel our sadness deep in my veins
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Often
"I’m stomaching nothing.
I’m reaching for no one.
I’m leaving this city and I’m headed out to nowhere.
I carry your image.And if you hear me, I think of you often.
(That’s all I can offer.
That’s all that I know how to give.)"
Still Dark
"the subsequent catastrophe has since haunted me like a fiberglass ghost in the attic my inconveniently selective memory as provisionally 'you' mercifully withdrew all the bearing points we thought we knew day's run day's set plot our compass shot we sailed waywardly on singing our midnight archer songs until well past dawn it's still dark on the deck of our boats haphazardly blown broken bows our aimless arrow-words don't mean a thing so by now I think it's pretty obvious that there's no God and there's definitely a God"
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
And when these downward spiraling gears get to turning, they grind persistently. They seem to almost speak for me, mentally, so fine-tuned, so in practice. Overanalyzing, nitpicking. A piece of work, a piece of shit, with no self control, no self worth, no self esteem, drowning, and ruining everything, trying to pull it all down with me. The thought process is all the same, I can't look at myself, I am undereducated, I am unskilled, unmotivated, wasting my life away, gave up on the good things, kept tightly all of the worst. Obsessive compulsive, anxiety, sleepless, homeless, stuck, overbearing, secretive, fear-based, untrustworthy, resenting, pseudo intellectual, living in the past. Nothing to say, talk too much, too loudly. My teeth are moving, eating disorder, I prefer being sad, I am insanely sensitive, over-thinking, I dropped out of school, I ruined my life, I can't get over anything ever, I may never find a good job, I want to be alone too much, I hate everything that I write about, I wreak havoc on all of my amazing friendships, I don't have a job, I don't drink, I have social anxiety and phobias, I have no clothes. I'll never change, I'll never grow, things are so obviously only getting worse, and when the loop continues to loop, when I have nothing, when I am nothing, and don't want to be anything, and want to be so much, there is only one thing that I have to wake up for in the morning. Honestly, the people that I love are the only thing that keep me going, that inspire me, that make me happy or give me something to look forward to. I appreciate those that I know, so endlessly, more than I will ever tell them, in fear of admitting dependency. My friends make me laugh and give me hope, my brother makes me think, and understand. Sometimes I don't talk to my favorite people for too long, sometimes I throw a wrench into things, most of the time I am just too affected. I care so much, and think so highly, and really, really cherish those in my life, however they are in it. Nothing could ever be more of a reason to be better, or a better person than that. I want to be good, and the people that I love are the only thing that stop my cycles, shift my gears, make me live.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Nothing Left To See
"And if I know where to find you I'll stay out of your way I won't come beg to borrow All the happiness you've earned"
I apologize for how I reacted(rash and instinctually)in my defenseyou know very well I get emotional at nightand it has been night for months nowhow could you have known
I apologize for how I reacted(rash and instinctually)in my defenseyou know very well I get emotional at nightand it has been night for months nowhow could you have known
Hurts
he isn't walking on eggs shells
he tells me in his car
he is walking on broken glass
and this isn't always about being careful
it turns into being about getting hurt
Down Into Eventual Nothingness
"My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
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Your Memories Bleed
"And time was a blur, punctuated with a stir
It was always cause of her, and always was never enough
You start thinking about, all the times you’ve spent without
It begets a seed of doubt, in the clockwork peach in your soul
And your memories bleed, and your pulse is gaining speed
All these thoughts are a disease, and poetry’s one of the flesh
And now the world seems strange, all your thoughts are rearranged
You’re feeling quite estranged, oh I hate remembering
And you’re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures
And creating mixtures of truth and reality
And now your heart’s palpitating, as your world’s disintegrating
You begin to start hating, the things that make life... life"
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Just Be Clean
"I could feel it now
I felt the Lord in my father's house
Well, I could see, I could see
Standing we were seventeen, make it clean
Are you the living ghost of what I need?
Are you giving me the best of me.
We, will see.
'Cause I'm done being done with the funerals at least for now
Are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
I could see I could see
God I never should have seen, so complete
I am the living ghost of what you need
I am everything eternally, God just speak
'Cause I'm done being done with the funerals at least for now
Are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
Just be clean
I felt the world begin
To peel off all my skin
And I felt the weight within
Reveal the bigger mess
That you can't fix
I felt I felt good
Repeat into my home
Don't fight, don't ever go
I swear you'll never know
You'll never know"
I felt the Lord in my father's house
Well, I could see, I could see
Standing we were seventeen, make it clean
Are you the living ghost of what I need?
Are you giving me the best of me.
We, will see.
'Cause I'm done being done with the funerals at least for now
Are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
I could see I could see
God I never should have seen, so complete
I am the living ghost of what you need
I am everything eternally, God just speak
'Cause I'm done being done with the funerals at least for now
Are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
Just be clean
I felt the world begin
To peel off all my skin
And I felt the weight within
Reveal the bigger mess
That you can't fix
I felt I felt good
Repeat into my home
Don't fight, don't ever go
I swear you'll never know
You'll never know"
Pitiful Recover
how does a person recover?
a skill I never learned
but tried so many different ways
I swore to never write about you again
I lasted a whole day
there is the way of pushing something out
blocking out a person with all of your might
you were there in my dream
just standing there watching me
I can't help a song from reminding me of you
I can't help people coming up to me saying your name
"are you sad?"
she asked so cooly, loud, all the faces turned to mine
"no", I lied breezily to everyone
except me
I'm a fraud, knew it all along
my stomach shook all night just
thinking about you
I tried
getting it out of my system
keeping it in
I didn't write about you for over a day
I look for and hide from you everywhere
how does a person recover?
I need you now more than ever
and I hate it
a skill I never learned
but tried so many different ways
I swore to never write about you again
I lasted a whole day
there is the way of pushing something out
blocking out a person with all of your might
you were there in my dream
just standing there watching me
I can't help a song from reminding me of you
I can't help people coming up to me saying your name
"are you sad?"
she asked so cooly, loud, all the faces turned to mine
"no", I lied breezily to everyone
except me
I'm a fraud, knew it all along
my stomach shook all night just
thinking about you
I tried
getting it out of my system
keeping it in
I didn't write about you for over a day
I look for and hide from you everywhere
how does a person recover?
I need you now more than ever
and I hate it
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Stream Of Unconsciousness
you eat too fast, and I don't mean food I mean socially
letting no one get up to your speed, you are just too damn hungry
he said the thc, it's soaking straight into your blood stream
and I am tempted to reply that I care as much as he cares why I'm still clean
everything is in jars, jars, and jars
and even all of the doors in this house are ajar
because we need our solitude, but can only take it so far,
far, far
I am focusing on my self esteem now, and seeing how it is to feel okay
I know it is time, and I am ready, and I just want to move away
it's this stale, awful town I've been talking shit about, and my friends can find out some day
as long as they don't find out today
he calls it floor-bud, what it is once it has fallen on the floor
I laugh and tell him that I've had that feeling before
something so prized, with so much potential, suddenly trash compared to all the rest
he said that it will now always be that, and I see why that feeling never left
my dad says, he doesn't want these two kids now in his life
if I listened to everything my dad said, I'd be permanently hung up on every slight
remember the few things he ever said to or about me forever, well looks like I just might
I have a hard time calling my friends now, cause I am lazy and it is too much of a task
I do not want them to know what I am and am not doing, and lucky for me they never ask
lucky for them, I am an understanding, loyal, loving, total pain in the ass
now due to poor judgement, I always chase the most complication person I can find, even just to study their ways
now due to dedication, I'll always get lost for years on end in my mind of their maze
I know these streets like the back of my hand, I know you just like the palm
blood soused, nail through, the feeling hasn't gone
though you've gone, so when you visit, you never think to ask what is it
well I would tell you, even dying for an absent someone else's sins, couldn't turn me religious
(I am just trying to see how it would be to be okay
I plan to better myself now, get out of yesterday, leave it yesterday)
letting no one get up to your speed, you are just too damn hungry
he said the thc, it's soaking straight into your blood stream
and I am tempted to reply that I care as much as he cares why I'm still clean
everything is in jars, jars, and jars
and even all of the doors in this house are ajar
because we need our solitude, but can only take it so far,
far, far
I am focusing on my self esteem now, and seeing how it is to feel okay
I know it is time, and I am ready, and I just want to move away
it's this stale, awful town I've been talking shit about, and my friends can find out some day
as long as they don't find out today
he calls it floor-bud, what it is once it has fallen on the floor
I laugh and tell him that I've had that feeling before
something so prized, with so much potential, suddenly trash compared to all the rest
he said that it will now always be that, and I see why that feeling never left
my dad says, he doesn't want these two kids now in his life
if I listened to everything my dad said, I'd be permanently hung up on every slight
remember the few things he ever said to or about me forever, well looks like I just might
I have a hard time calling my friends now, cause I am lazy and it is too much of a task
I do not want them to know what I am and am not doing, and lucky for me they never ask
lucky for them, I am an understanding, loyal, loving, total pain in the ass
now due to poor judgement, I always chase the most complication person I can find, even just to study their ways
now due to dedication, I'll always get lost for years on end in my mind of their maze
I know these streets like the back of my hand, I know you just like the palm
blood soused, nail through, the feeling hasn't gone
though you've gone, so when you visit, you never think to ask what is it
well I would tell you, even dying for an absent someone else's sins, couldn't turn me religious
(I am just trying to see how it would be to be okay
I plan to better myself now, get out of yesterday, leave it yesterday)
Friday, October 19, 2012
Truthfully Don't Know Much
It took a long time, and I do not have to tell you that. I have a feeling that this may be, or should be, the last letter that I leave you. My inclinations have been wrong before though.
After finally feeling, for the first time, that there was an option for me to work on and try to repair things between us, I thought about everything differently than before, and maybe accidentally finding my closure. I truthfully don't know much of what you think or who you are now, and only have to work with the few things you've told me since we've stopped talking, and several things that you told me before that I can think of as still being true. I see you, and your new life as being false as to who you really are, I do not judge you for that because I think that I understand somewhat, and also know that I am sure that it makes you happy, or you wouldn't be living how you are. I think where I come in, or come in still, is the piece still to be desired, the connection and honesty that is so hard, but was once worth it. What's funny is how that feeling is shared, despite my real friends, and life of being so much of who I am, there is this definite gap, that I feel, where our friendship once was. I've concluded that what we have done is possibly idealized each other a bit, and whether or not you reflect on our time together, I do a whole lot, every day. We are left with the sentiment that no one compares, because no one watches or listens or cares as much as we did for each other. And I do still care, I always, always will, but what I see now are two very different lives, much separated in every single way plausible, and as much as for years I have been wanting to mend, and spent my time talking to and being with you, I know now that it can't fit. Now of course I do believe in my heart of hearts, that to ensure you being happy I would do absolutely everything in the whole world, if that meant attempting to sacrifice and push aside this reality, I would. But it isn't what you want, it has been made so clear for so long, and I am only sorry for having and getting my hopes up, naively. I guess one day there could potentially be a middle for us to meet, and we could catch up on every second like I have always wanted, but now I must go my way, and you yours, if not for any reason besides that we already have. I will love you forever. And feel badly somehow, for not being good enough, but for now I need nothing else than to find my peace, within this, and foremost with myself. I do want to thank you though for everything that you taught me, and raising my expectations and standards in every way in friends, friendship, and people, I know now that I needed it. I hope that despite some things, you feel that way, too.
I tried, but couldn't find the last words that you said to me about the people in your life now and myself, as an apology. I realized also that an apologize is not what I am looking for, I want us, both, to be happy, and have never wanted anything else. I am so sad to see that we are trying the way that we are, but I know now why we cannot involve each other in that, and I will do my very best not to be sad about that.
After finally feeling, for the first time, that there was an option for me to work on and try to repair things between us, I thought about everything differently than before, and maybe accidentally finding my closure. I truthfully don't know much of what you think or who you are now, and only have to work with the few things you've told me since we've stopped talking, and several things that you told me before that I can think of as still being true. I see you, and your new life as being false as to who you really are, I do not judge you for that because I think that I understand somewhat, and also know that I am sure that it makes you happy, or you wouldn't be living how you are. I think where I come in, or come in still, is the piece still to be desired, the connection and honesty that is so hard, but was once worth it. What's funny is how that feeling is shared, despite my real friends, and life of being so much of who I am, there is this definite gap, that I feel, where our friendship once was. I've concluded that what we have done is possibly idealized each other a bit, and whether or not you reflect on our time together, I do a whole lot, every day. We are left with the sentiment that no one compares, because no one watches or listens or cares as much as we did for each other. And I do still care, I always, always will, but what I see now are two very different lives, much separated in every single way plausible, and as much as for years I have been wanting to mend, and spent my time talking to and being with you, I know now that it can't fit. Now of course I do believe in my heart of hearts, that to ensure you being happy I would do absolutely everything in the whole world, if that meant attempting to sacrifice and push aside this reality, I would. But it isn't what you want, it has been made so clear for so long, and I am only sorry for having and getting my hopes up, naively. I guess one day there could potentially be a middle for us to meet, and we could catch up on every second like I have always wanted, but now I must go my way, and you yours, if not for any reason besides that we already have. I will love you forever. And feel badly somehow, for not being good enough, but for now I need nothing else than to find my peace, within this, and foremost with myself. I do want to thank you though for everything that you taught me, and raising my expectations and standards in every way in friends, friendship, and people, I know now that I needed it. I hope that despite some things, you feel that way, too.
I tried, but couldn't find the last words that you said to me about the people in your life now and myself, as an apology. I realized also that an apologize is not what I am looking for, I want us, both, to be happy, and have never wanted anything else. I am so sad to see that we are trying the way that we are, but I know now why we cannot involve each other in that, and I will do my very best not to be sad about that.
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Hundred
top one hundred
milk
martha marcy may marlene
stranger than fiction
katy perry: part of me
- wicker park
- the science of sleep
- moulin rouge
- fight club
- eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
- the tree of life
- donnie darko
- the illusionist
- a single man
- like crazy
- the royal tenenbaums
- seven pounds
- beginners
- the matrix
- closer
- inception
- melancholia
- drive
- blue valentine
- new moon
- moonrise kingdom
- forgetting sarah marshall
- signs
- the village
- the kids are all right
- garden state
- v for vendetta
- vanilla sky
- mr. and mrs. smith
- the curious case of benjamin button
- scott pilgrim vs. the world
- the strangers
- brokeback mountain
- waking life
- the greatest
- the shining
- never let me go
- the future
- ruby sparks
- an education
- 8 mile
- spice world
- josie and the pussycats
- mean girls
- charlie's angels
- zoolander
- shutter island
- brothers
- cloverfield
- weekend
- finding joe
- life in a day
- my week with marilyn
- take the waltz
- watchmen
- titanic
- the reader
- youth in revolt
- twilight
- mathilda
- fantastic mr. fox
- (500) days of summer
- scary movie 3
- wedding crashers
- i'm still here
- life or something like it
- anchorman
- talladega nights
- elizabethtown
- vicky cristina barcelona
- juno
- howl
- zodiac
- death proof
- the rocky horror picture show
- little miss sunshine
- the dark knight
- the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011)
- the master
- memento
- the town
- shame
- chloe
- american beauty
- i love you phillip morris
- before sunrise
- the fountain
- the social network
- the virgin suicides
- a series of unfortunate events
- ferris bueller's day off
- hanna
- sucker punch
- kick-ass
- jane eyre (2009)
- creation
- young adult
- the life aquatic with steve zissou
- a beautiful mind
- jennifer's body
the adjustment bureau
easy amilk
martha marcy may marlene
stranger than fiction
katy perry: part of me
amelie
changeling
adventureland
get rich or die tryin
the prestige
super 8
catch me if you can
work in progress..
the prestige
super 8
catch me if you can
work in progress..
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