Her (2013) Δ Sentence Starters.
I remember when I first started to fall in love with you like it was last night.
it suddenly hit me that I was part of this whole larger thing, just like our parents, and our parents’ parents.
Before that I was just living my life like I knew everything, and suddenly this bright light hit me and woke me up.
He will live always in my heart.
Who knew you could rhyme so many words with the name Penelope? Badass.
Hey, that’s a nice shirt.
I miss you. I mean, not the sad, mopey you – the old, fun you.
I’m gonna fucking kill you, I’m gonna fucking kill you!
It’s not funny, don’t laugh.
I love you so much I’m gonna fucking kill you!
I just want you to tear me apart.
What are the possibilities?
Are you social or anti-social?
Do you know what I’m thinking right now?
I take it from your tone that you’re challenging me.
Basically, in every moment I’m evolving, just like you.
I can understand how the limited perspective of an un-artificial mind would perceive it that way.
The world is on my shit list. As is this couple that is making out across from me in this restaurant.
Yeah, I can’t even prioritize between video games and internet porn.
Fuck you, shithead fuckface, fuckhead.
Get the fuck out of my face.
How long before you’re ready to date?
I actually like crying sometimes.
Why are you so fucking angry at me?
I want to be as complicated as all of these people.
You wanna try getting out of bed? Mopey.
You can still wallow in your misery, just do it while you’re getting dressed.
I kind of want to spoon him.
Yeah, you know, sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by.
I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
I’m just a little drunk and I’m really having a good time with you.
Use your tongue a little bit. But mostly your lips.
You know, at this age, I feel like I can’t let you waste my time if you don’t have the ability to be serious.
You’re a really creepy dude.
Sometimes I think I’ve felt everything I’m ever gonna feel and from here on out I’m not going to feel anything new - just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
I just wanna move forward and I don’t care who I disappoint.
You’re always gonna disappoint somebody.
Anyone that has sex with you is probably faking it.
He couldn’t handle me so he wanted to put me on Prozac.
You look tired, sweetheart.
Come on, get out of your head and kiss me.
Now take me in the bedroom. I can’t wait anymore.
I’ll always love you guys.
I just don’t think we should pretend you’re something you’re not.
I’m not pretending. Fuck you.
What do you want from me? What do you want me to do? You are so confusing. Why are you doing this?
What the fuck? Where is this coming from? I don’t understand why you’re doing this.
I don’t like who I am right now.
Fuck. Will you just punch me in the face? Or smash my skull into the corner of your desk?
I was starting to think I was crazy.
I want to tell you everything.
I’m growing in a way that I couldn’t if I had a physical form.
I mean, I’m not limited - I can be anywhere and everywhere simultaneously.
I’m not tethered to time and space in the way that I would be if I was stuck inside a body that’s inevitably going to die.
I just wanted to hear your voice and tell you how much I love you.
I’m yours and I’m not yours.
I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.