Life is a frail moth flying. Caught in the web of the years that pass.

tumblr user Anonymous has spoken: Favorite movies of all time?

Frances, Pulp Fiction, Buffalo 66, American Psycho, The Great Gatsby and countless other autobiographies and noir genre films.


I am trying to see things in perspective.
My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter
chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot
have this, because chocolate makes dogs
very sick. My dog does not understand this.
She pouts and wraps herself around my leg
like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit.
When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad.
I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dogs.
When I want something with my whole
being, and the universe withholds it from me,
I hope the universe thinks to herself:
"Silly girl.
She thinks this is what she wants, but she
does not understand how it will hurt.


“But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.” 

― Haruki Murakami

You were fucking me without touching me;

How could I not fall for that?