In my secret garden, I'm looking for a flower, waiting for my finest hour. I still believe after all, I still believe and I fall.
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The older you get the more youthful you become in the the amount of energy you are able to put into things.
Tina Fey and Michael Sheen film Admission, June 26, 2012 in NYC
Tina Fey and Michael Sheen filming Admission in Brooklyn, 6/26/12 [x]
Of course it’s just about me and Don. Always has been. But instead of putting frowns on your foreheads, all you elders of Leeds in your blazers and your brass-fucking-buttons, it should put big white Colgate smiles on your big white faces. Because it means I won’t eat, and won’t sleep until I’ve taken whatever that man’s achieved, and beaten it. Beaten it so I never have to hear the name Don fucking Revie again. Beat it, until the only name anyone sings in the Yorkshire ale houses, raising their stinking jars to their stinking mouths, is Brian Clough. Brian Clough uber-fucking-alles! Understand?
