". . . because we live, but very few, love."
come with me, i will keep you wild.

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"Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”

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summer love. 


lazy days and crazy nights. midnight hikes and blue hour munchies. sleeping in cars after deep, heartaching talks. driving aimlessly with the windows down and the music turned up, screaming and laughing over the songs and bodies moving to the beat. wild adventures with fire and gambling and bright city lights. holding hands and cuddling at night. twirling around and dreaming of lavender fields and summer love. dresses that go swoosh and shoes that go clack. boys with ocean colored eyes and low, soothing voices that can lull me to sleep.

i am a girl, just like every other girl. you don’t have to tread carefully with me. be real, be you, don’t be afraid to share with me your dreams. your thoughts and feelings are safe with me. 
my hands can hold your heart, and i will take good care of it.
written when i was eighteen and still so full of hopes and dreams. a clumsy, subconscious  love letter, written for a boy who is no longer in my life, for the girls that carried me through that year, and for the man who will eventually become and still is my lover. 

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William Faulkner, The Wild Palms

William Faulkner, The Wild Palms

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Written by an 8th grader


Written by an 8th grader

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