Her apathy was like a membrane that covered everything, but that has been fading.
As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy.
But utopias don’t exist, of course, anywhere in any world.
Our personalities and worldviews were very different, but for some reason we got along.
Aren’t I just proposing the wild hypothesis of parallel words as a way of justify my own madness?
I Am Sam (2001)

Rita: Every morning, I wake up and I fail.
And I look around, and everybody
seems to be pulling it off…
but somehow I can’t…
no matter how hard I try.
Somehow…l’ll never be enough.

felt like a lonely castaway on the open sea.
queeninacoma:

Edward Scissorhands

queeninacoma:

Edward Scissorhands