And I was back, in primary,
In a playground I would chase you,
But I’m not, I’m just me,
And you might be what I’m looking for
But my head won’t function properly,
And my feet don’t move in time,
And next week I’ll forget probably,
But today will blow my mind.
The Rifles
She & Him
They make me forget myself, they make me want to be a better person. They make we want to write musing upon musing about them. Ever since the first encounter in grade school, I have constantly been bemused, beaten, and awed by every single occurrence I have with the opposite gener. I strive to understand them, to have them understand me. I kill myself trying to find the closest thing to that indescribable four letter word that has been described for ages, and yet still can never be pinned down into words.
(via moniquemoro)
Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
When Harry Met Sally… (ou, “Harry e Sally: Feitos um para o outro”, como eles chamavam na Sessão da tarde)