1) Easy A
2) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - P1
3) Dear John
5) Waiting for Superman
6) Black Swan
7) The Social Network
8) Toy Story 3
sometimes, when i feel particularly sad, i just talk to myself and remind myself that its a lot more fun being happy.
somehow it works.
somewhere deep inside me i’m fundamentally torn between wanting to be a pretentious ass and a person who says things like ‘you’re a pretentious ass.’ its my love of suits and art vs my love of depressing indie films.
its a fuckin cage match.
my blanket that my
grandmother bubbie gave me a little while before she died. My bubbie= greatest ever.
But i don’t want to ever have it another way. I don’t mind getting hurt because of it. Because the fact of the matter is as many times as it hurts, as bad as it ever gets, as many times as i might cry over the spilled milk of my futile romantic endeavors… its all worth it. Because when its good, you don’t remember the bad times. If i get hurt 1,000,000 times to make it perfect once, i consider that the perfect success.
“that little core of greatness… its like you’re the only one wearing 3D glasses in the movie theater… you’re seeing something no one else can quite make out”
talking about what i wanted in a girl, i came up with this:
I want a girl who loves breakfast. thinks its great. Do i know why? No. I don’t even like breakfast… its just something i think i want.
Props to talia just for having the book “I never metaphor that i didn’t like”
but talking today with her i said something she enjoyed and recommended that i post on here (hope she’s reading…).
“Yeah, but i think its just another disappointing chapter in a book that ultimately has a very happy ending.”