I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
like crazy (2011) ; dir. drake doremus
Don’t ever watch this movie the day before you leave your boyfriend to go back home because you will cry all of the tears forever and ever.
(Source: peetasbakedbuns, via pkills)
