Jan 31, 2023
PAUL DANO as TIBEATS 12 Years a Slave (2013)
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PAUL DANO as TIBEATS 12 Years a Slave (2013)
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“I want—” He stopped. Tore his fingers through his hair. “Never mind what I want.” His voice was quieter, now. “What do you want?”
“You.” Always you.
“You have me,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “You inhabit me.” His face was stone but the words issued from his lips in a plea. “You want to know what I want? I want you to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don’t be careful with me,” he said. “Because I won’t be careful with you.”
—Noah Shaw // The Evolution of Mara Dyer
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PAUL DANO as TIBEATS 12 Years a Slave (2013)
PAUL DANO as TIBEATS 12 Years a Slave (2013)
I had endeavored to do exactly as he directed, but nothing would satisfy the unreasonable man. In silence and in dread I stood by the sweep, holding the jack-plane in my hand, not knowing what to do, and not daring to be idle...
12 Years a Slave
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Oh! How heavily the weight of slavery pressed upon me then. I must toil day after day, endure abuse and taunts and scoffs, sleep on the hard ground, live on the coarsest fare, and not only this, but live the slave of a blood-seeking wretch, of whom I stand henceforth in continued fear and dread. Why had I not died in my younger years - before God had given me children to love and live for? What unhappiness and suffering and sorrow it would have prevented. I sighed for liberty; but the bondman's chain was around me, and could not be shaken off. I could only gaze wistfully towards the North, and think of the thousands of miles that stretched between me and the soils of freedom, over which a black freeman may not pass.
12 Years a Slave
A nice beat from a mate of mine!
