My fondest dream is that it will be the date movie that breaks up couples nationwide. Maybe people will walk out of there and think, ‘Maybe not. I don’t know if I know you well enough.’
— Gillian Flynn on Gone Girl (2014), dir. David Fincher (via paulthomasandersonn)
I have something to say
but I can’t say it.
So how about this, instead.
How about I never saw you coming.
Walking through July like
it was a ring of fire and then you.
You in all your morning glory.
You with the lighter fluid in your mouth.
You on my doorstep trying
to sell me a new security system,
smoke in your teeth.
I know the stories. Someone
is always leaving in them, so here,
take a copy of my keys.
Leave your coat. Make this harder
than it has to be. Make this
a disaster because you know I
live for that.
I was napping on the couch when
I dreamed that you got on a plane
I think it was a nightmare,
at least until you called from the
airport and begged me to come
meet you, then maybe stay forever.
I said yes.
And I know it’s not right,
to say things like this, so I’ll
only say it once.
Listen closely. Are you listening?
Bring your ear to my mouth.
I would follow you anywhere.
God, I would.
Loving you has always felt like jumping off a cliff
I want to kiss you at red lights
And surprise you in the morning with milk for your lucky charms
Even if one day I say I don’t want to remember,
I never want to forget what loving you feels like
all straight boys are literally the same it’s like that one episode of the fairly oddparents where everyone is a gray blob and every time a straight boy tries to tell me off for generalizing them all i hear is ‘but i’m the grayest and the blobiest’