“I just really believe in love, and no matter how fleeting or tragic I just really, really believe in it. I’m 18 years old and I just want to surrender.”
Ahhh, this movie is too good. That’s exactly how I feel. I’m not ready to lose faith in love just quite yet.
I don’t get lost in daydreams.
I never lay awake at night staring in my bed.
And I don’t think about your face or anything you’ve said.
And I don’t think twice when someone says your name
Or twist my mind in circles wondering which of us to blame.
But seriously, for an actual update, my mind has been on overload the past few days. Mostly those thoughts relate to closure, understanding, and exciting notions. However, I don’t feel like I have much of a grasp on anything right now. I’m still processing everything and I keep making new realizations before I’ve completely developed the older ones. Hopefully I’ll sort at least one matter out soonish. Just spent the greater part of an episode of Dead Like Me teary-eyed. Too much truth sometimes. I understand why someone I know thinks that reading too frequently is taxing in that every book changes him somewhat profoundly. There is just so much to understand and adding to your own understanding of the world makes everything else you know seem so finite and futile. I might just be rambling now. Another notion I can’t fully express…darn. Om, nirvana, enlightenment, etc., etc. What I think it boils down to is this: to be completely aware you must be completely unaware. “A blindness that touches perfection.” What a frightening thought.
If you’re going to make fun of “hipsters” for the billionth time, at least be clever about it. This girl is hilarious.