“Ela era diferente - só na teoria, pois era completamente igual às outras meninas de sua idade. Ela ria demais, falava demais, se importava demais. Excessividade era o prato favorito dela. E mesmo se importando, ela não estava nem aí. Fazia mesmo. Era um alvo fácil demais por ter um coração maior do que o cérebro. Talvez por isso, se esquecia facilmente da regra de não confiar em ninguém. Nem em si mesma.”—(via coffeandcigarettestoday)
“Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.”—Andrew Landon
“I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible”—When Harry met Sally (1989)
“….How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign…”—Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”
English poet & satirist (1688 - 1744)
reading by kirsten dunst
from Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
“believe me most guys in your ages they eventually tell about serious, mature relationship with you right now but actually they’re just looking to have some fun, sex, and status, just look at how they act. you don’t have to take it too serious, promise me my dear, except you have a date with 80’s man.”—Mum
“a cacophonous explosion of colors, record, saxana, perfume bottles, books, journals, jewelry, and clothes, clothes, clothes, strewn on every surface and hanging from the rust-colored walls, it is what the childhood bedroom of Marie Antoinette”—Florence Welch