luni, iunie 9

MY LIFE WITHOUT ME

Pentru ca mi-am adus aminte de film... Pentru ca mi-am adus aminte de sentimentul pe care l-am avut cand l-am vazut... Pentru ca pur si simplu m-am indragostit de cuvintele ei... Pentru ca probabil o sa urmeze un post despre viata mea fara mine... Pentru ca n-am sa fac lucrul asta prea des... Pentru ca.... doar atat...




"This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it... Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You. "

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