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“Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life.” —Romeo + Juliet (1996)

“Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life.”
—Romeo + Juliet (1996)

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wednesdaydreams:

Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?

Holiday Films - A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)

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jamieleebishop:

Charlotte: Does it get easier?
Bob: No… Yes. It get’s easier.
Charlotte: Oh yeah? Look at you.
Bob: Thanks. The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Charlotte: Yeah. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be, you know? I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write. I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre. Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses? You take dumb pictures of your feet.
Bob: You’ll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.

jamieleebishop:

Charlotte: Does it get easier?

Bob: No… Yes. It get’s easier.

Charlotte: Oh yeah? Look at you.

Bob: Thanks. The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Charlotte: Yeah. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be, you know? I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write. I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre. Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses? You take dumb pictures of your feet.

Bob: You’ll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.