what happens is while you’re projecting who you want to be… this gap opens up between who you want to be and who you really are. and in that gap, it shows you what’s stopping you becoming who you want to be.
weekend, 2011
directed by andrew haigh
FADE IN:
los angeles by way of new york. a writer
on my good and bad days, television is
my kingdom and where i want to make
my mark on this world.
th blu nyt
th stRs u can't c
th hum tht nevr gOs awy
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Funny how just a book cover can make me so excited. And so inspired.
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(via n0vne)
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when you talked earlier about after a few years, how a couple begins to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms… i think it would be the opposite for me. i think i could really fall in love when i know everything about someone. the way he’s gonna part his hair. which shirt he’s gonna wear that day. knowing the exact story he’d tell in a given situation. i’m sure that’s when i know i’m really in love.
(Source: joeydeangelis)
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“faith is believing in something when common sense tells you not to.”
the impossible, 2012
directed by j.a. bayona
(Source: monsterstrapper)
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(Source: distantrecords)
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(Source: weekend2011film, via y0l0sexual)
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HOPE INSTEAD OF FEAR
(Source: losmadden)
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It’s about time
It’s about time.
This year, I’ve adopted a whole new outlook on my days. It’s two years this month that I first arrived in Los Angeles. For most of these two years, I was waiting.
As I have been my whole life, at whichever stage I was in, I was always waiting for the next milestone, for the next change.
There are plenty of those in your twenties, I’ve found, but a lot of those are internal. No one else probably will know, how much you’re changing on the inside, and then you’re wondering just where your external life is going.
It’s about time.
I’ve stopped waiting. I’m experiencing things as they come, and the possible future experiences, the possible sadness, the possible happiness, I tell myself it’s not their time yet.
I remember that one amazing morning on a rooftop pool downtown last summer, as a party was refusing to die. He and I went in the jacuzzi. The sun was coming up, the sky was all kinds of glorious orange and there was a quiet lull between us, nothing else existed. I can return to that moment many times in my head, see the water still lapping, the sun rising, a smile across from me.
It’s about time. Keep in your head what’s happened, and what’s happening. But not about what will happen.
It’s (always going to be) about time.
