stay/go, missing flights/catching flights

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Before Sunset, 2004

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Broken English, 2007

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Kiss Me, 2011

You know how in movies people realize, change their minds, go after what/who they once let go of—act? Love strikes, love emboldens. Love returns, haunts, is more than just a random occurrence. Love changes being and how to be. You know how in the movies people realize they were wrong and then mend that wrong? Get in the car and on that plane and mend that wrong. The way mending wrongs—since we can’t seem to not wrong each other—becomes one of the odysseys we must all go on, and what movies are largely about. Worse not to mend a wrong than to commit a wrong, I think. Shit happens. Lots of shit happens. But to not mend? Not knowing when and how you should mend? Not feeling anyone is worth mending and being mended for?

Masha Tupitsyn, No, That Wasn’t Our Happiness

To someday be a person worth staying or going for to a person who is themselves worth staying or going for. 

I love how both Before Sunset and Broken English end, in Paris, with practically the same exchange, only in one the man stays–misses his flight, casts himself into the unknown–for the woman, and in the other the woman does this for the man. 

And my god. Parker Posey’s face.