i said 'explain physics to me like youre in love with me' and after a while of quiet he went 'everything sings'. so i get it now
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i said 'explain physics to me like youre in love with me' and after a while of quiet he went 'everything sings'. so i get it now
FLEABAG | season 2, episode 4.
And I know that’s why people want people like you in their lives, because you just tell them how to do it. You just tell them what to do and what they’ll get out at the end of it, and even though I don’t believe your bullshit, and I know that scientifically nothing I do makes any difference in the end anyway, I’m still scared. Why am I still scared?
“I’ll have it. You have to give it to me. It’s gotta go somewhere.”
Fleabag | 2.04
Fleabag | 2x06
‘Euphoria’ Heidi Bivens’s fashion book.
is it strange that i relate so much to a character in a book from my childhood? Bridget Vreeland in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is me in human form. Minus the blond hair, the mile long legs, and the soccer prowess of course. But yup, I would say that she is me. #fml.
“What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back”
SINGLE-MINDED TO THE POINT OF RECKLESSNESS.
She’s such a force you forget she gets injured. You’ll see her stagger and realize she needs help long before she does. Your heart goes out to her. She doesn’t know how to feel her own pain, but she can feel yours
“There is one thing I feel sure of, and I know it is right. All these days I keep coming back to this one thing. We spent that night together, me holding you, and I felt something stronger than I ever felt for anybody else, and stronger than I even thought it was possible to feel.”
What a pitiful waste she was. She was willing to give away, to throw away, the very best she had. For what? It was one thing to sacrifice yourself for some great cause. It was another to destroy yourself for a person who didn’t even want you. It was an act of self-immolation, a sacrifice nobody wanted, that did nobody any good. What could be more tragic than that?
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.
Man and woman in a period piece: meet
The rest of the cast and me watching from my couch:
Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.
Yes, I do know her. She’s me.
Me watching Yellowstone where every single person is attractive:
It is clear to any member of the Ton that the Viscount and Viscountess are rather smitten indeed.
anthony bridgerton said “i am not a man of poetry” and then turned around and delivered “you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. night and day i dream of you” all men do is lie
“It was a drama lesson just to watch her shine. Despite the fact that a Monroe entrance had the effect of transforming every other woman in the place into a soft boy, we women liked her too.”
- Audrey Meadows on Marilyn Monroe
“I’ll have it. You have to give it to me. It’s gotta go somewhere.”
Fleabag | 2.04
why must I live in a world where no man will ever love me to the point that his honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment he spends in my presence.
How am I suppose to live with the fact that I will never be the bane of someone’s existence and the object of all their desires??!