How do you look at her and come into terms with never being able to tell her how you really feel about her, how much you love her? That no number of sunsets and sunrises can amount to the beauty that she holds, that she is the reason why the sun rises every morning in the first place?
Scenes From The Suburbs (2011) dir. Spike Jonze
"You’re all characters in a dream that I’m having. I’m gonna wake up and I’m gonna go back to my world. But I don’t know what’s gonna happen to you guys."
- i can’t hear anything over my racing thoughts // charlotte geier (via my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it)