Dex and Em, Em and Dex

Hello and Welcome! This is a tumblelog dedicated to the amazing book and fourth- coming film 'One Day', written by David Nicholls and directed by Lone Scherfig. Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess star as Emma and Dexter respectively. Warning: There may be possible spoilers for people who haven't read the book yet. So I suggest you grab a copy and read it pronto!

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Watch One Day Online - Links

Not fully tested yet, as my laptop is running amazingly slow! But one is meant to be a DVD rip quality, and the other I’m not so sure. But! Both are meant to be in English, and not Russain. Enjoy :) link number 1 -  http://www.sockshare.com/file/72CF50A621BA9604 link number 2 -  http://vidreel.com/video/OTQ0ODc4/

Thank You withoutascriptyourgameislacking for submitting!




Just found this pretty cool ‘One Day’ fan fic. If you hated the original ending then you will definitely like this one ; ). 


sladja:

Perfect sunday afternoon..

sladja:

Perfect sunday afternoon..


fayelikestodream:

“…you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that’s okay that’s alright because we’re all meant to be like that at twenty-four.” 
― David Nicholls, One Day

fayelikestodream:

“…you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that’s okay that’s alright because we’re all meant to be like that at twenty-four.” 


― David NichollsOne Day



conveyslove:

Você é linda, sua velha rabugenta, e se eu pudesse te dar um só presente para o resto da sua vida seria este. Confiança. Seria o presente da confiança. Ou isso ou uma vela perfumada.

One Day, David Nicholls

conveyslove:

Você é linda, sua velha rabugenta, e se eu pudesse te dar um só presente para o resto da sua vida seria este. Confiança. Seria o presente da confiança. Ou isso ou uma vela perfumada.

One Day, David Nicholls


15 July 1995

Then very quickly she turned, walked up to him and pulled his face to hers, her cheek warm and wet against his, speaking quickly and quietly in his ear, and for one bright moment he thought he was to be forgiven.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.” Her lips touched his cheek. “I just don’t like you anymore. I’m sorry.

And then she was gone, and he found himself on the street, standing alone in this back alley trying to imagine what he would possibly do next.