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"Any good host knows that the essence of a good luncheon is free-flowing communication, not spirits. Make your guests feel at ease by talking about places they've both visited so new acquaintances can form temporary bonds. Talk about New England, for example. Or France. But never rehab, particularly if they've both been."

And if you thought my parents were the ones who didn't want to talk about rehab to my ex, you picked wrong.

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I really love JJ.

And also:

............AH LOVE EWE , PAYM! Tayke me wit youuuuuu! I wawna be yowuh DAWG.
Love always and remember:
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I really do.
"Oh. You play with vagina. Well, don't we all?"
2:53 onwards

I never thought I'd hear a laugh better than Tom Hulce's in Amadeus.
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There are a handful of Gainsborough's at The Frick.
I've never been, but now I'll definitely go when I'm up next weekend. I love Thomas Gainsborough!!!

P.s. How gorgeous is Evelyn Nesbit? If I were a man, I'd want a man just like Evelyn Nesbit.

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"You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people."
"I see you."
"You wouldn't have jumped."

This scene makes me laugh as an adult:
"Let me show you a book of women I fucked around Europe. After I drew them, I IMMEDIATELY LOST INTEREST IN THEM."
"Right away?"
"Right away."

And to prove that I'm right, near the end of the movie, when she jumps back on the boat to be with him, and he's asking her why she's so fucking stupid, she says: "You jump, I jump. Right?"
That's supposed to be an echo of what he told her to stop her from committing suicide. (...Oh...right.) But he has this LOOK in his face where you know he just does NOT fucking remember saying that to her. Sort of the look a boyfriend has on his face when you buy him a DVD box set of something. ("You said you liked No Reservations." "Oh...right....sure." "No, you did, you really did, when we were at Jason's house." "I, uh, yeah, no, I do, I do.")
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The good, the bad, the always embarrassing.
And this is a good way to distract myself from the agony of a ruptured cyst.

1. Professor Severus Snape

The man who started it all, in my opinion. I was ten when I first read the books and was in love with the type of man I had never personally seen (and still haven't): dark, cynical, brooding, stylish, and thoughtful. And seeing him on the screen at eleven: I swear, that moment made me a woman.

2. Jim Morrison

When I was little, I thought I would grow up and all the little boys in my class would turn into Jim Morrison. I loved the writer of "Light My Fire", and he sang me through middle school with "People Are Strange."

3. Luke Skywalker

I had a read-along Star Wars book, and I used to stare at the beauty that was Mark Hamil. That hair. I also liked his karate outfit. And his robot friends. No one was angrier than I was when Leia turned out to be his sister and they couldn't be the couple I played out with my Barbies. Fuck. This.

4. Alan Rickman

This man's voice and hands took me out of childhood. While other little girls wrote Oliver Wood's name on their diaries, I was in the throes of love for Alan Rickman. I actually have this picture signed somewhere in my room. When I was fifteen, I saw him in a production of Private Lives and stole a piece of paper he ripped to shreds from the stage. I still have that as well.

5. Mr. Darcy

I think this picture says it all.
Mr. Darcy taught me a lot about the male nature.
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Cameo of Anjelica Huston in the beautiful One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, being very much the model/girlfriend of Jack Nicholson.

And I can wax for yarns about how beautiful Brad Dourif is in this, so don't even.
Joaaaaanie. <3 (less than three)
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Betty's the kind of girl you marry.
Joan's the kind of girl you are.
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Sofia Coppola's medicine cabinet.

I recognize lots of Nars nail polish, Bumble and Bumble styling product, lots of Keratase, Clinique lip balm in Black Honey...
I could stare for days.

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