Whenever you cross my mind it’s like my insides instantly rot.
My body wants to shut down. I can’t see, I’m shaking, I’m dizzy and I kind of feel like I want to throw up.
All the good things come flooding back into my head and I can’t remember why I hate you. I always feel like there is a small glimpse of a chance that you could still love me, even though I know you won’t.
Then we talk and I realize that I don’t even like you anymore. You’ve changed. You’re not even you. But I still love you.
What the fuck.
i think its funny how there are some actors who played a role for so long that its almost impossible for me to see them as anything else
and then there are some actors who’ve done so many roles i dont even see them as actors anymore it’s just them as themselves in another movie
and then there are actors who you’re not quite sure what they really look like