ride now, to ruin, and the world's ending
one word: perfect.
endings always affect me. especially endings to big stories i get attached to. especially my favorite fiction book ever. so naturally seeing it done in film, perfectly, has transformed me into an emotionally unstable little girl. i cried (insert embarassingly large number here) times during the moving, on the way home, thinking about it in bed... and now this morning, sitting at work exhausted and listening to frickin Lifehouse i'm about to tear up. it's bordering on ridiculous. no, it's crossed that border.
in other news, renee and i have been together three years today. and it just keeps getting better. you don't think it can and it does. it's remarkable. she's remarkable.
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