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— A Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, 1958 Dir. Richard Brooks

— Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, 1966 Dir. Mike Nichols

“so you thought it would happen, good love, goodbye, I know where no one can reach you, no, I don't mind, it's your world, why would you fake it? these days go by as you turn around, other people want to keep in touch, something happens and it's not enough, never thought that it would mean so much, other people want to keep in touch, heaven won't keep us together, right place at the wrong time, ut takes all kinds of weather, distant new skies, somewhere no one can reach us, these days go by as you turn around, other people want to keep in touch, something happens and it's not enough, never thought that it would mean so much, other people want to keep in touch, was it ever quite enough? was it ever quite enough? was it ever quite enough? was it ever quite enough? was it ever quite enough?”

”این کوزه چو من عاشق زاری بوده است، پابند سر زلف نگاری بوده است، این دست که بر گردن او می بینی، دستی است که بر گردن یاری بوده است، افسوس که سرمایه ز کف بیرون شد، وز دست اجل بسی جگرها خون شد، کس نامد از آن جهان که پرسم از او، کاحوال مسافران دنیا چون شد، پیش از من و تو لیل و نهاری بوده است، گردنده فلک نیز بکاری بوده است، هر جا که قدم نهی تو بر روی زمین، آن مردمک چشم نگاری بوده است، افسوس که سرمایه ز کف بیرون شد، وز دست اجل بسی جگر ها خون شد، کس نامد از آن جهان که پرسم از او، کاحوال مسافران دنیا چون شد.“

— Meet Me in St. Louis, 1944 Dir. Vincente Minnelli

“I give her all my love, that's all I do, and if you saw my love, you'd love her too, I love her, she gives me everything, and tenderly, the kiss my lover brings, she brings to me, and I love her, a love like ours could never die, as long as I have you near me, bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, I know this love of mine will never die, and I love her, bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, I know this love of mine will never die, and I love her.”

“atmospheres, they throw a little storm, motions aren't emotional, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, motions aren't emotional, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, smiling face, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, we all love, motions aren't emotional, hay, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, darling skies, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, what's in that's, motions aren't emotional, my, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, secrets, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, motions aren't emotional, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, motions aren't emotional, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, where is all this, as I float out of, it's the news, okay, floating away, bask on rays, sing out all day, smiling face, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, we all love, motions aren't emotional, hay, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, darling skies, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, what's in that's, motions aren't emotional, my, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, secrets, where is all this? atmospheres, they throw a little storm, as I float out of, motions aren't emotional, it's the news, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, okay, atmospheres, they throw a little storm, floating away, motions aren't emotional, bask on rays, good morning, I threw as if my welcome, sing out all day.”

— cinnamon and faded amber

Ghosts are real. This much, I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime. But there are others. Others that hold onto an emotion: a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those, they never go away.

— Crimson Peak, 2015 Dir. Guillermo Del Toro

“no longer a danger to herself or others, she made up her mind and laced up her shoes, yelled down the hall but nobody answered, so she walked outside without an excuse, she could do anything she wants to, she could do whatever she wants to do, she could go home, but she's not going to, so she picks a direction, it's ninety in memphis, turns up the music so thoughts don't intrude, predictably winds up thinking of elvis and wonders if he believed songs could come true, I'm asking for it if they do, doesn't know what she wants or what she's gonna do, a rebel without a clue, so we spent what was left of our serotonin, to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon, said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment, ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then, I would do anything you want me to, I would do anything for you, I would do anything, I would do anything, whatever you want me to do, I will do, whatever she wants, whatever she wants, whatever she wants, whatever you want, whatever she wants, whatever you want, I will do anything, whatever you want, I will do anything, whatever you want, whatever she wants, whatever you want, whatever she wants, whatever you want.”