Who is Diablo Cody

Brook Maurio (née Busey; born June 14, 1978), known professionally by the pen name Diablo Cody, is an American writer and producer. She gained recognition for her candid blog and subsequent memoir, Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper (2005). Cody received critical acclaim for her screenwriting debut film, Juno (2007), winning the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay, the BAFTA Award for Best Original Screenplay, the Independent Spirit Award for Best First Screenplay, and the Writers Guild of America Award for Best Original Screenplay.

Cody created, wrote, and produced the Showtime comedy drama series United States of Tara (2009–2011). She wrote, produced, and made her directorial debut with the comedy drama film Paradise (2013). Cody also wro...
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  • Emmakayokay: “amanda seyfriend is, like, in love with her best friend & doesn’t know how to deal with it so she has this boyfriend and” the respect for diablo cody’s vision
  • Inlanddernpire: liz gillies as madoof... julia fox as debi mazar... both spitting diablo cody one-liners.... yeah the vision is coming together
  • Shaggy_shep: hi, my name is cody. this is gerry, who reminds me of shep. i am 29 years old. the games i really enjoy playing are acnh, diablo 2, pokemon, rune factory, story of aeasons, nhl, monster hunter. my favorite hockey team is the toronto maple leafs.
  • Bschefke: still think tony gilroy should have gotten the best original screenplay oscar (for michael clayton) over diablo cody.
  • Matthewanzalo14: best screenplay paul thomas anderson (there will be blood) (winner) diablo cody (juno) joel coen and ethan coen (no country for old men) ronald harwood (the diving bell and the butterfly) simon pegg and edgar wright (hot fuzz)
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Charles Baudelaire Poem
Sorrows Of The Moon
 by Charles Baudelaire

Tonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness,
And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest;
While drifting off to sleep, a tentative caress
Seeks, with a gentle hand, the contour of her breast;

As on a crest above her silken avalanche,
Dying, she yields herself to an unending swoon,
And sees a pallid vision everywhere she-d glance,

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