That summer night I remember we had a laugh. Sitting on the dirty ground, talking to strangers, and getting drunk. Free drinks, don’t take that offer. It all went down when laugh was exchanged by tears, and I wasn’t sure if someone can see it. It all went down when suddenly his cold hands were pushing me towards that dirty wall. Close your eyes and you won’t know. I can fight for myself. I’m strong. But is this my fault? That’s what I thought. I let him to make me vulnerable and now I’m all confused. Free drinks, next time, think about that offer
Young Ladies Dancing, Etienne-Adrien Drian. (1885 - 1961)
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Puppy
Lorraine Bracco in Goodfellas (1990)
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