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Frank Ocean | Wisemen

“Frank Ocean wrote a fantastic ballad that was truly lovely and poetic in every way, there just wasn’t a scene for it. I could have thrown it in quickly just to have it, but that’s not why he wrote it and not his intention. So I didn’t want to cheapen his effort. But, the song is fantastic, and when Frank decides to unleash it on the public, they’ll realize it then.”

— Quentin Tarantino explaining why he didn’t use the song in “Django Unchained.”

this song makes me quiet af’

this is a very, very good song

i’ma have to reblog this one more time because it’s that perfect

like sorry but I’m still not over this

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“We had been waiting for over an hour for Vivien Leigh (there was miscommunication about the time of the shoot)…the shots were in costume. Clark was pacing back and forth… ‘I couldn’t make love to that dame now if she were the most beautiful woman in the world!’ And then, a rustle of silk, the sweet smell of lilacs and there was the most beautiful woman in the world, standing behind him, touching his shoulder, whispering like a summer breeze… ‘I quite agree, Mr. Gable. If I were a man, I’d tell that Vivien Leigh to go right back to merry old England and fuck herself.’ Gable turned and looked. Leigh looked back. The look in their eyes had flashbulbs in it. Slowly Rhett Butler took Scarlett O’Hara by the arm and walked onto the Southern staircase, talking and smiling as though they’d known each other all their lives.”  -Clarence Sinclair Bull

“We had been waiting for over an hour for Vivien Leigh (there was miscommunication about the time of the shoot)…the shots were in costume. Clark was pacing back and forth… ‘I couldn’t make love to that dame now if she were the most beautiful woman in the world!’ And then, a rustle of silk, the sweet smell of lilacs and there was the most beautiful woman in the world, standing behind him, touching his shoulder, whispering like a summer breeze… ‘I quite agree, Mr. Gable. If I were a man, I’d tell that Vivien Leigh to go right back to merry old England and fuck herself.’ Gable turned and looked. Leigh looked back. The look in their eyes had flashbulbs in it. Slowly Rhett Butler took Scarlett O’Hara by the arm and walked onto the Southern staircase, talking and smiling as though they’d known each other all their lives.”  -Clarence Sinclair Bull

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