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There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.
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Eddie Redmayne, Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.
This song was the one and only time I actually wept during Les Mis. (Sorry Anne Hathaway, but Eddie Redmayne is just so much prettier and therefore I felt sorrier for him (kidding I almost cried after your tragic haircut, too.)
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Hollywood Auditions for Black Cat, 1961.
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Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know - because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly… and when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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