Overhearing the conversations of people sitting around me in movie theatres is the worst.
I either think they’re complete tools and wish they would just leave, or I really want to contribute to what they’re talking about.
Either way; super frustrating.
On the other hand, having a conversation about an overheard conversation is infinitely rewarding.
In a window display on my way to a Wes Anderson double feature.
I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.
When you see a person from one angle (from behind or in profile) and they’re really attractive and then you see them from the front and they look completely different (and not as attractive).
Paul asked if she could think of a newer word for “computer” than “computer,” which seemed outdated and, in still being used, suspicious in some way, like maybe the word itself was intelligent and had manipulated culture in its favor, perpetuating its usage.
“I’m still thinking,” she said after a few minutes.
Why is it that I only find out about awesome things like this after they’re no longer available.
Life is unfair.
Oh God, this makes me want to watch Tenenbaums so much, but because I have self-control I’ll wait until Monday and watch it on the big screen.