A favorite book/movie. John cusack ain’t too shabby either
I feel like it would have been way too awkward for me to wish you a happy birthday today, seeing as when we saw each other (for the first time since things ended) a couple months back, we acted as if we were strangers. And I guess in a way, we sort of are. Anyway I wanted to though, but that’s life and life goes on. You’ll never see this but that’s okay. Happy birthday anyway.
Johnny Cash’s letter to June Carter
“June 23 1994
Odense, Denmark.
Happy Birthday Princess,
We get old and get used to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.
But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday Princess.
John”
“Hip? Hip-hop? Hop-hop-anonymous? DAMN YOU! YOU GIVE HIM THE EASY ONES!”
#actors who are actually their character
the greatest casting ever.
Even better when you think about how Dan got a place for himself in NY to continue his career, Emma went to a school in USA, and Rupert bought a fucking ice cream truck.
Follow your dreams Rupert
“Charlie… have you ever kissed a girl?”
I shook my head no. It was so quiet.
“Not even when you were little?”
I shook my head no again. And she looked very sad.
She told me about the first time she was kissed. She told me that it was with one of her dads friends. She was seven. And she told nobody about it except for Mary Elizabeth and then Patrick a year ago. And she started to cry. And she said something that I won’t forget. Ever.
“I know that you know I like Craig. And I know that I told you not to think of me that way. And I know that we can’t be together like that. But I want to forget about those things for a minute. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you. Okay?”
“Okay.” She was crying harder now. And I was, too, because when I hear something like that I just can’t help it.
“I just want to make sure of that. Okay?”
“Okay.”
And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I as never so happy in my entire life.
just imagine how many people want to be you
i dont even want to be me
i feel you
dont touch me
