In the Mood for Loveš„ŗ
Maggie Cheung and Tony Leung in a deleted scene from In the Mood for Love (2000)
The internet really amazes me sometimes! Look at these unearthed treasures straight from the depths of the past!
Whoever put these snaps out here just saved thousands of people looking for Mrs. Chan and Mr. Chow!
God Bless!
IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000), on set photos Tony Leung & Maggie CheungĀ
"Not interested" - Part 18 (Alex Turner, Arctic Monkeys fanfiction)
Summary: Just one more typical, stereotypical, full of clichƩs story about a writer girl who meets Alex Turner.
Words count: 4.5K
I don't think I was used to relationships. But it appears to be that some things come out so naturally when you start doing them that eventually, it seems like you've known that a long time before. It's like swimming or riding a bicycle. Once or twice you may hesitate if you have it in you but then you try and with every right movement grow fond of the idea of learning. So, could we learn for real?
I think the only bad thing about being a writer was looking at the world through the book prism. It's just my March appeared to be a chapter in somebody's story, and as much as I loved books, there is always that thing about them that nothing good lasts long, driven by the fear to make the plot uninteresting and bore the reader. Perhaps, my story meant to be a complicated one no matter how bad I was craving for things to be simply normal. Perhaps, I didn't know what it's like when things are normal.
āNot interestedā, Arctic Monkeys
Okay, so I believed my page was dead but I have 3 chapters of my Arctic Monkeysā fic āNot interestedā to post here so Iāll do it.
I love your Eminem fic 'Who Knew' on Archive of Our Own. You're such a witty writer.
Oh damn, thank you so much! Appreciate you writing meš„ŗā¤ļø Itās my pleasure to work on this fic!
āNot interestedā - Part 17 (Alex Turner, Arctic Monkeys fanfiction)
Summary: Just one more typical, stereotypical, full of clichƩs story about a writer girl who meets Alex Turner.
I kept having that dream where I was standing in the middle of the huge room and a lot of people were surrounding me celebrating something. I could see a golden chandelier hanging above me, scaring me with the wealthy heaviness it had. The atmosphere was loud and idle where nobody was concerned about anything. Everybody was drinking champagne and having emotional conversations saturated with poetical drama which they would never remember again.
I had a feeling that I wanted to be one of those people even though it was very clear that I was just a stranger. I was wandering between the tables with drinks and flowers looking for something ephemeral which felt like my lost self. Every time the ending was the same: I would find some lonely room, open the door but see nothing because the dream was starting to fade away.
If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot;
Damn it, I canāt
āNot interestedā - Part 16 (Alex Turner, Arctic Monkeys fanfiction)
Summary: Just one more typical, stereotypical, full of clichƩs story about a writer girl who meets Alex Turner.
Have you ever thought of simple things as the reasons of your beautiful existence? Have you ever felt that a single detail can make you the happiest person alive? Have you considered something undistinguished as a sense of everything? Talking about me, actually, I don't think I ever have.
That's the problem which I found not soon enough to solve it. It happened that in my life I always noticed only what I wanted to notice. I was convinced that the core of the things is a key to the real truth while the important pieces of it were slipping through my fingers. However, it appeared to be that you always need a careful look at everything to see a completed picture.
Ice in the Dnieper, 1872, Ivan Aivazovski
The Breakwater of San Sebastian, 1918, JoaquĆn Sorolla
Medium: oil,canvas
āNot interestedā - Part 15 (Alex Turner, Arctic Monkeys fanfiction)
Summary: Just one more typical, stereotypical, full of clichƩs story about a writer girl who meets Alex Turner.
It's pretty difficult sometimes to admit your feelings. It's almost funny to understand how strong and carefree you want to seem to other people standing in front of a fear to be happy in love. But as I found out, for some reason it never works.
Pretending and lying are actually not very bad ways to hide your emotions. They are pretty effective sometimes if you act good enough and talk not too much. But the thing is that sooner or later you can't do that anymore and everything breaks down inside you making it only so much worse.
Summer Porch at Mr. and Mrs. C.E.S. Woodās, 1904, Childe Hassam
Old Mumford House, Easthampton, 1918, Childe Hassam
Mending the Sail, 1896, JoaquĆn Sorolla
Medium: oil,canvas