THE FAT LADY

🎥 Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story - 2023

Un attimo di bellezza ✨ Superstore

“GIRLS” 4x09

Glee 4x14 📺

Vivian: “We think you got a lot of potential Kit De Luca, don’t let anybody tell you any different.” Pretty Woman, 1990, Garry Marshall 🎥

Ray: Le cose stanno per esplodere Jim, lo si sente nell aria, il mondo vuole combattete o scopare, amare o uccidere...il Vietnam sta là, dietro l'angolo, bisogna scegliere da che parte stare... brucerà tutto amico, questo pianeta chiede urlando un cambiamento Morrison, noi dobbiamo creare i miti... Jim: Dovrebbero esserci delle grandi orge, proprio come quando Dioniso è arrivato in Grecia...per lui le donne sono impazzite, hanno lasciato le case e ballando sono salite sulle montagne. Dovrebbero esserci delle divine dorate copulazioni nelle strade di Los Angeles. Ray: Potremmo chiamarci Dioniso! Jim: Ah io un nome ce l'ho...i Doors. Ray: Vuoi dire le porte della mente? Il libro di Huxley? Jim: Le porte della percezione, l'acido... Ray: Magnifico! Jim: Quando le porte della percezione saranno purificate all'uomo tutto apparirà come realmente è...infinito. È William Blake... Ray: Mmmmh si mi piace! Film documentario: "The Doors" diretto da Oliver Stone, 1991 🎙🎥

🏙Patti Smith on the Hotel Chelsea🗽 “Eyeing the traffic circulating the lobby hung with bad art. Big invasive stuff unloaded on Stanley Bard in exchange for rent. The hotel is an energetic, desperate haven for scores of gifted hustling children from every rung of the ladder. Guitar bums and stoned-out beauties in Victorian dresses. Junkie poets, playwrights, broke-down filmmakers, and French actors. Everybody passing through here is somebody, if not in the outside world.” 

Charlie: "Signor Anderson, posso chiederle una cosa?" Mr. Anderson: "Certo!" Charlie: "Perché... Perché le persone migliori scelgono le persone peggiori da frequentare?" Mr. Anderson: "Stiamo parlando di qualcuno in particolare?" Mr.Anderson: "Accettiamo l'amore che crediamo di meritare!" Charlie: "Possiamo far sapere loro che meritano di meglio?" Mr. Anderson: "Possiamo provarci!" "Noi siamo infinito", Stephen Chbosky, 2012 🎬

"Benvenuto sull'isola dei giocattoli difettosi" Sam "Noi siamo infinito", Stephen Chbosky, 2012 🎬

"Non so se avrò tempo di scrivere altre lettere, perché forse sarò troppo impegnato a cercare di partecipare. Quindi, se questa dovesse essere l'ultima lettera, voglio che tu sappia che non stavo per niente bene prima di cominciare il liceo e tu mi hai aiutato. Anche se non sapevi di cosa parlavo o non conoscevi nessuno che aveva questi problemi, non mi hai fatto sentire solo. Perché io so che ci sono persone che dicono che queste cose non esistono. Perché ci sono persone che quando compiono diciassette anni, dimenticano com'era averne sedici. So che queste un giorno diventeranno delle storie e che le nostre immagini diventeranno vecchie fotografie e noi diventeremo il padre o la madre di qualcuno. Ma qui, adesso, questi momenti non sono storie, questo sta succedendo. Io sono qui e sto guardando lei. Ed è bellissima. Ora lo vedo, il momento in cui sai di non essere una storia triste. Sei vivo. E ti alzi in piedi e vedi le luci sui palazzi e tutto quello che ti fa restare a bocca aperta. E senti quella canzone, su quella strada, con le persone a cui vuoi più bene al mondo. E in questo momento, te lo giuro, noi siamo infinito". "Noi siamo Infinito" by Stephen Chbosky, 2012 🎬

Letters to Deborah Spungen Below is a transcript of two letters sent from Sid to Deborah Spungen a fortnight following Nancy's murder. They first appeared in her book, 'And I Don't Wan't to Live This Life' in 1983. The second letter arrived three days after the first. ⚫♥⚫ Dear Debbie, thank you for phoning me the other night. It was so comforting to hear your voice. You are the only person who really understands how much Nancy and I love each other. Every day without Nancy gets worse and worse. I just hope that when I die I go the same place as her. Otherwise I will never find peace. Frank said in the paper that Nancy was born in pain and lived in pain all her life. When I first met her, and for about six months after that, I spent practically the whole time in tears. Her pain was just too much to bear. Because, you see, I felt Nancy's pain as though it were my own, worse even. But she said that I must be strong for her or otherwise she would have to leave me. So I became strong for her, and she began to stop having asthma attacks and seemed to be going through a lot less pain. I realized that she had never known love and was desperately searching for someone to love her. It was the only thing she really needed. I gave her the love that she needed so badly and it comforts me to know that I made her very happy during the time we were together, where she had only known unhappiness before. Oh Debbie, I love her with such passion. Every day is agony without her. I know now that it is possible to die from a broken heart. Because when you love someone as much as we love each other, they become fundamental to your existence. So I will die soon, even if I don't kill myself. I guess you could say that I'm pining for her. I could live without food or water longer than I'm going to survive with out Nancy. Thank you so much for understanding us, Debbie. It means so much to me, and I know it meant alot to Nancy. She really loves you, and so do I. How did she know when she was going to die? I always prayed that she was wrong, but deep inside I knew she was right. Nancy was a very special person, too beautiful for this world. I feel so privileged to have loved her, and been loved by her. Oh Debbie, it was such a beautiful love. I can't go on without it. When we first met, we knew we were made for each other, and fell in love with each other immediately. We were totally inseparable and were never apart. We had certain telepathic abilities, too. I remember about nine months after we met, I left Nancy for awhile. After a couple of weeks of being apart, I had a strange feeling that Nancy was dying. I went straight to the place she was staying and when I saw her, I knew it was true. I took her home with me and nursed her back to health, but I knew that if I hadn't bothered she would have died. Nancy was just a poor baby, desperate for love. It made me so happy to give her love, and believe me, no man ever loved a woman with such burning passion as I love Nancy. I never even looked at others. No one was as beautiful as my Nancy. Enclosed is a poem I wrote for her. It kind of sums up how much I love her. If possible, I would love to see you before I die. You are the only one who understood. Love, Sid XXX P.S. Thank you, Debbie, for understanding that I have to die. Everyone else just thinks I am being weak. All I can say is that they never loved anyone as passionately as I love Nancy. I always felt unworthy to be loved by someone so beautiful as her. Everything we did was beautiful. At the climax of our lovemaking, I just used to break down and cry. It was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. It makes me mad when people say "you must have really loved her." So they think I don't still love her? At least when I die, we will be together again. I feel like a lost child, so alone. The nights are the worst. I used to hold Nancy close to me all night so that she wouldn't have nightmares and I just can't sleep without my beautiful baby in my arms. So warm and gentle and vulnerable. No one should expect me to live without her. She was a part of me. My heart. Debbie, please come and see me. You are the only person who knows what I am going through. If you don't want to, could you please phone me again, and write. I love you. NANCY You were my little baby girl And I shared all your fears. Such joy to hold you in my arms And kiss away your tears. But now you're gone there's only pain And nothing I can do. And I don't want to live this life If I can't live for you. To my beautiful baby girl. Our love will never die. ⚫♥⚫ Dear Debbie, I'm dying. Slowly, and in great pain. My baby is gone, without her I have no will to live. I love her so desperately. I know I can never make it without her. Nancy became my whole life. She was the only thing that mattered to me. I'm glad I could make her happy. I gave her everything she ever wanted, just for the asking. When we only had enough money for one of us to get straight, I always gave it to Nancy. It was less painful to be sick myself than it was to see her sick. When you love someone that much you cannot lose them and still be able to go on. I know that if I lived to be a thousand years old I would never find anyone like Nancy. No one can ever take her place. I love Nancy and Nancy only. I will always love her. Even after I am dead. I have only eaten a few mouthfuls of food since she died. I may die of starvation in this place. I just hope it comes soon, so that I can be with Nancy again. We always knew that we would go to the same place when we died. We so much wanted to die together in each other's arms. I cry every time I think about that. I promised my baby that I would kill myself if anything ever happened to her, and she promised me the same. This is my final commitment to the one I love. I worshipped Nancy. It was far more than just love. To me she was a goddess. She used to make me kiss her feet before we made love. No one ever loved the way we did, and to spend even a day away from her, let alone a whole lifetime, is too painful to even think about. Oh Debbie, I never knew what pain was until this happened. Nancy was my whole life. I lived for her. Now I must die for her. It gave me such pleasure to give her anything she wanted. She was just like a child. She used to call me "daddy" when she was upset, and I used to call her "mamma" and she used to nurse me at her breast and call me her "baby boy". I tried to kill myself but they got me to hospital before I died. Nancy knows that I will soon be with her. Please pray that we will be together. I can never find peace until we are together again. Oh Debbie, she was the most beautiful person I ever knew. I would have done anything for her. Nancy once asked if I would pour petrol over myself and set it on fire if she told me to. I said I would, and I meant it. If you would happily die for someone, then how can you live without them. I can't go on without her. She always said she would die before she was twenty-one, and I never doubted it. Goodbye, Debbie. I love you. Sid XXX

Matty Healy // THE1975

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