Mistress America (2015)
"I've spent my whole life chasing after things and knocking at doors... and I'm tired of running towards people. I want to be the place that people come to. I want to make a home for all the knockers and runners. I'm good at that. I'm happy with that. I keep the hearth. That's a word, right? Hearth?"
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I say it's your turn to ask me something. You ask, "If we were both at a party, and we didn't know each other yet, and you saw me on the other side of the room, and I saw you, and we looked at each other for a moment, like really looked at each other... would you approach me or would you wait to see if I approached you?" I say, "I'd probably never approach you, but if you came up to me, I'd say something first."
Palo Alto (2013)
"You want to cry and smile, but instead you just stare and you can't do anything."
I hear from you now and then, less now than before. Sometimes I think it's because I didn't respond fast enough when you told me your mom was dead. I'm sorry things didn't work out with your dad. I wish I knew more. I wish you told me more. Now, when you tell me things, its meaningless stuff. It's filler. You used to talk without even thinking, about good things, real things. But now, it comes and goes, this thing we have.
The truth is, you scare me. But it's not your fault. I think more than anything, the idea of you scares me, the idea of you and me, the idea of us. You're too smart for me, I think sometimes. You're too evolved, too mature. I'm not there yet. Maybe I make up too many excuses as to why this won't work. It's probably because I know I can't keep a good thing. I look back to the beginning days, the first conversations, the first time I saw who you really were. Since I've passed that point of asking you about yourself, I find myself just really wanting to know the simplest of things... What's your favorite color? Where did you grow up? What's the name of the first boy you've kissed? Have you ever kissed a girl? What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Why do you hate me? Oh wait.
Black Mirror: "San Junipero" (2016)
"And now it's me, and I'm passing through, and before I leave... I'll have a good time… I'm just gonna have a good time.”
We haven't spoken yet,
but you tell me things. It’s in the way you look at me, the way you touch your hair. It’s in the the way you move your mouth, the way you bite your cheek. It’s in those things, the quiet things, that tell me how you feel.
Laurence Anyways (2012)
"You have crossed the borders of my life, of my town, of my street. All that's left is my front door. I think you know where to find me."
I found out where my estranged uncle lives. It's not too far.
Like Crazy (2011)
"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."
I used to think I wasn't the type of person who could vomit.
But now, more than ever, I get so uneasy, I'll run so fast and spill everything. It all comes out, everything that makes me, me.
Beasts of the Southern Wild (2012)
"When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see everything that made me lying around in invisible pieces. When I look too hard, it goes away. And when it all goes quiet, I see they are right here. I see that I'm a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right. When I die, the scientists of the future, they're gonna find it all. They gonna know, once there was a Hushpuppy, and she live with her daddy in the Bathtub."
i can't wait for that day to come.
i've been thinking about it for some time now. i imagine we're driving, somewhere scenic, of course. i'm right where i want to be. you too, i think. everything's alright. i tell you everything. Run Lola Run (1998) "Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? How do we know what we think we know? Why do we believe anything at all? Countless questions in search of an answer... an answer that will give rise to a new question... and the next answer will give rise to the next question and so on. But, in the end, isn't it always the same question? And always the same answer?"
you took me to the moon and back,
farther than i've ever gone before. and after all of that you said, see, now you can trust me. Everyday I wish for the same shit.
I wish for you, I wish for me. I wish i didn't have to wish.
Palo Alto (2013)
"I wish I didn't care about anything. But I do care.
I care about everything too much." I look at you.
You can't see me. You could, but you never would. You look in my direction, right through me. It's like nothing. I roll my eyes and watch you leave. I'm annoyed and you didn't even do anything wrong. Whatever, I think to myself. Fuck you.
Another Earth (2011)
"I saw this image when I was a kid. The photograph of Jupiter taken by NASAs Voyager. Beautiful. But nothing special until shown in rapid succession. Suddenly Jupiter was alive. Breathing. I was hypnotized."
He gets my attention.
I engage. It's harmless, I think to myself. He talks fast, with purpose, but it's too much. He forces his words on me. Before I know it, I'm suffocating. |
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