When adding three little dots to the end of a word can mean a world of possibility.

Love.

*Erase period. Type new statement*

Love...

“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”

Today, filled with it. To the brim.

Dark Knight

Easily the best movie I've seen in ten years.



See this movie.

Memories like fingerprints...

I just finished watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on HBO. Am I the only person who thought it was so sad? I cried through a lot of it (not that that's a real feat because I cry through Jif commercials), but I kept wondering what kind of heartbreak does a person have to go through to want to erase another person from their memory? How much love do you have to feel you wasted on another person to never want to remember their face? It affected me. I won’t give anything away, but watching the two characters struggle with leaving those memories behind was fucking heart wrenching. I guess that’s the point though.

I’m taking it all to the grave with me. Every tear-stained, miserable, anger-inducing, I-Can’t-Live-Anymore, self esteem shattering, awful memory I can hold onto. And I’ll collect them like a miser along the way, selfishly hoarding them to relish when I’m old and unintelligible, reliving each delicious moment with a god damn smile on my face. It will be this mental slide show that will tell me I really lived.