![“It happens” is bullshit. I fucked up. When it wasn’t working and I couldn’t think of the right way to stop… being with him… I exploded two and a half years without even really thinking about it. […] I like you too and I’m just feeling really, incredibly, toxic and corrosive to myself. The things that I want are bad for me, and the things that I do… I’m just such an asshole. […] I don’t think I can do this, okay?](http://25.media.tumblr.com/daf6f039f9e8b73a9a6907604b0dba82/tumblr_mip047ACKT1r1bvoxo3_r1_500.gif)
“It happens” is bullshit. I fucked up. When it wasn’t working and I couldn’t think of the right way to stop… being with him… I exploded two and a half years without even really thinking about it. […] I like you too and I’m just feeling really, incredibly, toxic and corrosive to myself. The things that I want are bad for me, and the things that I do… I’m just such an asshole. […] I don’t think I can do this, okay?
“You’re warm. No, I mean, you’re a warm person. You seem like a warm person.”
The Lover | Jean-Jacques Annaud, 1992
“L’image commence bien avant qu’il ait abordé l’enfant blanche près du bastingage, au moment où il est descendu de la limousine noire, quand il a commencé à s’approcher d’elle, et qu’elle, elle le savait, savait qu’il avait peur.” — L’Amant, Marguerite Duras
They’re different, but I don’t know… somehow it all… seems to make sense.
"turns out that lonely people are all the same"
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