The American Virgin

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This sounds rather stupid, but that smile of yours burns a hole through my chest. And you can squint all you want, but I know that you can see this clearly. We’re close—oh so close—to starting something new—those blue eyes, my blue eyes, and your heart of St. Luis.

September, 22nd 2014 @ 01:46 / Permalink

Chicago

September, 21st 2014 @ 18:18 / Permalink

My question is: What more convincing could you possibly need to move to Illinois?

September, 20th 2014 @ 13:46 / 1 / Permalink

I would say that 

I’m sorry

if it would do any good;

but to never regret means

to try to forget, 

and I don’t think I could.

September, 19th 2014 @ 20:43 / Permalink

unclefather:

i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.

— her (2013)

What the fuck does this mean

This fucking movie. It was the last movie we saw together, I don’t think it could have been more appropriate. If I recall correctly, you didn’t like this movie nearly as much as I did—I found it to be the best movie of a generation—but I really just wish that you would watch it again. Please, watch it again and tell me you still feel the same way about the movie, about us. 

September, 18th 2014 @ 20:29 / 106702 / Permalink