I love today. |
It doesn't mean I'm gonna love tomorrow. |
I love wine.
the red shoes of power.
=)
(via shelikestodance > danyellisrad > sabino)
Let’s go back to Buenos Aires.
a little irish luck for you.
| Young Sally Owens: | He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. |
| Young Gillian Owens: | What are you doing? |
| Young Sally Owens: | Summoning up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. He can flip pancakes in the air. He’ll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he’ll have one green eye and one blue. |
| Young Gillian Owens: | Thought you never wanted to fall in love. |
| Young Sally Owens: | That’s the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn’t exist. And if he doesn’t exist, I’ll never die of a broken heart. |
| Alex Fletcher: | It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just spit it out. They’re just lyrics. |
| Sophie Fisher: | “Just lyrics”? |
| Alex Fletcher: | Lyrics are important. They’re just not as important as melody. |
| Sophie Fisher: | I really don’t think you get it. |
| Alex Fletcher: | Oh. You look angry. Click your pen. |
| Sophie Fisher: | A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex. |
| Alex Fletcher: | I so get that. |
| Sophie Fisher: | But then, as you get to know the person, that’s the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It’s the combination of the two that makes it magical. |
LOVELY.
this is what i see everytime i get home.
the view. a little blurry view.