Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a letdown. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal. (Amelie, 2001)
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Grand Central Station, NYC, 1941. The light does not stream in like this anymore because the buildings around the station are too tall.
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"I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts -you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing."
- D.D. Barant, Dying Bites (via crackinthepaint)
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London underground during the war, 1941.
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