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02 Saturday Nov 2013

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People say I love you all the time – when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it – you just have to listen for it, my dear.

The Curious Savage (John Patrick)

“Oui, Shosanna.”

12 Saturday Oct 2013

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I literally cannot stop crying.

This is the saddest part in the whole of Inglorious Basterds.

“I love you, and you love me. And we both know that you wont let me do this alone.”

Marcel would do anything for Shosanna; they love each other more than anything in the world and they would die for each other.

You can see it in the desperation of their last kiss.

But the saddest part is that by the time Marcel sees Shosanna on the projector, she has already been shot. She was shot rejecting a man who would save her life because she loves Marcel and would not betray his love for even her own life.

Marcel does not yet know that when Shosanna is saying “Marcel, burn the tapes,” over the projector that this is that last time that he will see her face.

He does not yet know that his response of “Oui, Shosanna,” is the last thing that he will say while she is alive.

And the look on his face when he says it… Adoration, peace, contentment, love.

Their love for each other is what I dream of. Do not think that I am kidding when I say that I literally cannot stop crying. The proofreading of this post that I have done to make sure that there are no errors is ridiculous in the state I am in; all because I cannot insult their story with shotty writing.

Their story is the most heart wrenching and I really cannot stop crying.

A Message on Love

09 Friday Aug 2013

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I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed, it’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch talking about how they were only so young when their parents passed on. it’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking—without ever asking, it’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition, it’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between, it’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do, in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it.

-(Source: 52hearts)