I’m not gonna lie to you: this is a love letter. This is an attempt to articulate to you the way it feels when you call me, “baby.” I’m gonna try to explain what it feels like when you hold my fingers under the table at Korean restaurants when you think no one is watching. The way I blush when you look at my face for too long and I try not to read too much into the words your eyes are forming, but I think I’m seeing “get” and “want” and “out of here.”
“It was the opposite kind of love than we usually celebrate in films, which is new love without knowledge and without hardship. It’s the whole idea of love after life has had its way with you, and after you have kind of failed each other and things have gone off the rails. Yet love still somehow exists between them” - 2007 AP interview on “Away from Her”.”—IMDb Quotes: Sarah Polley
Dark, depressing, Christmasy crap. Tights. The elastic threatens to slice my thorax in two. They make me feel eternally muffin-topped. Don’t even get me started on sweaters: itchy, overstuffed, knit nightmares that transform me into a mallrat extra on Roseanne, bitching,…
this seems an appropriate way to return to tumblr.