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itspileofgoodthings:

Can’t believe Tangled (2010) had the emotional intelligence and insight to ask the question what do you do when your dream IS fulfilled and it’s everything you wanted it to be but then it’s over.

BUT it’s not the ONLY movie to do so. The Princess Bride also wrestled with this problem, and came up with a totally different answer:

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    havingapoemwithyou:

    Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings- five feet apart—and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow- and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes, to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows— so I thought: maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us— as soft as feathers— that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light-scalding, aortal light-in which we are washed and washed out of our bones.ALT

    White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field by Mary Oliver

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    moonlightsdream:

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    FILMS in 2025:
    95 | Moonstruck (1987) — dir. Norman Jewison         

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    delphinidin4:

    hollygl125:

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    Robin Wright + Cary Elwes in THE PRINCESS BRIDE (1987), dir. Rob Reiner

    “As you wish.”

    “AT THIS POINT in the story, my wife wants it known that she feels violently cheated, not being allowed the scene of reconciliation on the ravine floor between the lovers. My reply to her is simply this: (a) each of God’s beings, from the lowliest on up, is entitled to at least a few moments of genuine privacy. (b) What actually was spoken, while moving enough to those involved at the actual time, flattens like toothpaste when transferred to paper for later reading: "my dove,” “my only,” “bliss, bliss,” et cetera. © Nothing of importance in an expository way was related, because every time Buttercup began “Tell me about yourself,” Westley quickly cut her off with “Later, beloved; now is not the time.” However, it should be noted, in fairness to all, that (1) he did weep; (2) her eyes did not remain precisely dry; (3) there was more than one embrace; and (4) both parties admitted that, without any qualifications whatsoever, they were more than a little glad to see each other. Besides, (5) within a quarter of an hour, they were arguing.“

    –The Princess Bride by William Goldman (the original novel, which if you’ve never read it, is hysterically funny.)

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    Castle Amerongen, Netherlands, photos by Henk Vrehen

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    brandonlees:

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    “It’s a fairytale, but it’s not really just a fairytale. It’s a fairytale for adults. There’s a satirical edge to it. But what runs through the core of the story of The Princess Bride is true love, which is a fairytale notion, but I believe that at the core of any good relationship between a man and a woman is true love, even in living in a complex society of the 80s where relationships are not easy and they’re not simple. If a relationship is going to work and have any kind of longevity, there has to be some core of real, true love there, and I believe those things.” — Director Rob Reiner talking about “The Princess Bride” in an interview with CBC in 1987.

    THE PRINCESS BRIDE | 1987
    REST IN PEACE ROB REINER (March 6, 1947 — December 14, 2025)

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    lucidloving:

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    Billie Eilish – everything i wanted // Richard Siken, “Meanwhile” // Ada Limón, “Lies About Sea Creatures”

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    havingapoemwithyou:

    January Charles Simic Children's fingerprints On a frozen window Of a small schoolhouse. An empire, I read somewhere, Maintains itself through The cruelty of its prisons.ALT

    January by Charles Simic

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    soracities:

    At the center of me there is probably nothing. A me who is trying to cradle my own face in my hands, telling myself it’s okay. I worry I liked myself better as an exquisite skeleton. Love-starved. Touching the punched part of the mirror. Filling a bathtub with ice. When you’re only made of bones you can be thoroughly fucked up without ever being accused of human weakness. Sometimes a hole is just a hole & you don’t need to dive to the bottom to find out if Death is still down there. It is.ALT

    Emily Skaja, from “I Liked Myself Better as an Exquisite Skeleton”, pub. The Offing [ID’d]

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    petaltexturedskies:

    It is January. We will wait and hope.ALT

    Nikolay Punin, The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904-1953

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    petaltexturedskies:

    We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.ALT

    Anais Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays

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    iwanthermidnightz:

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    ― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

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    didanagy:

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    MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006)

    dir. sofia coppola

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    journalofanobody:

    “What was my mad heart dreaming of?”

    — Sappho (Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments, trans. Aaron Poochigian)

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    petaltexturedskies:

    With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?ALT

    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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