The first time in 4 months I can sleep past 7am
And there’s a construction crew tearing my kitchen apart.
The Bard makes it much easier to spot the guys worth keeping around. So thanks, Will.
Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
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J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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Fuck.
This is so much harder than I thought it would be.
Quarters and Coffee Mugs
It’s the little things that make me miss us.
Fuckshitdammit.
You’re not making this easy.
I will not re-watch The Reader. I will not re-watch The Reader. I will not re-watch The Reader. I will not re-watch The Reader. I will not re-watch The Reader. I will not re-watch The Reader. vI will not re-watch The Reader.
Copying sonovabitch
Not cute. Not cute at all.
Cynicism meets masochism
Why is it that one of my all-time favorite movies leaves me entirely hopeless about life each time I watch it? An even better question, why am I watching it now?