“your poems are too powerful. they’re like snakes. they slither into me, and they coil around my heart, and they squeeze me until I can’t breathe. they are glittering and venomous, and they bite. I got scared, emily. of you, of the way that you grip me, of the way that you poison me.”
sometimes i think about sue saying this to emily and then i have to take a minute to breathe again.
“Of course we’re in love. That’s why I tried to shoot you.”
“If we were really in love, you wouldn’t have missed.”
genuinely one of the rawest lines in all of cinema holy FUCK
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
I think there needs to be more stories about friends who are almost lovers. who are closer then anything in the world. who can read each others minds. who appreciate how beautiful and impressive the other is. and then have them absolutely destroyed by their own personal events and have that bond twist around like a broken electric cable until it snaps under the pressure of incompatible lives. and then that love turns to hate and then to a haunting.
“Bath of Bright Silence” by David Chaim Smith (2018)
Ishmael: Depressed? Contemplating suicide or a homicidal rampage?
Ishmael: have you instead considered
Ishmael: THE SEA?