“I Don’t Think People Understand How Stressful It Is To Explain What’s Going On In Your Head When

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𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾

貴船/雨上がり ~ Masayuki Nakamura

"Violet: You ambushed me. In front of everyone.

Me: Would you have worked with me if I hadn't?

Violet: I would have gotten out of it so I didn't have to do it to begin with. Why do you want me to do this project with you anyway?

Me: Because our mountain is waiting.

Violet: What's that supposed to mean?

Me: It means maybe you never dreamed of seeing Indiana, but, in addition to the fact that we're required to do this for school, and I've volunteered - okay, ambushed - you into being my partner, here's what I think: I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us."

-from "All The Bright Places" by Jennifer Niven

BEETLEJUICE (1988) dir. Tim Burton

I settled for love that only left me scarred

Only told me I'm gorgeous, when he's semi-hard

And I cried in the bathroom while he played guitar

Now I lay in the bedroom and I travel far

He called me a flower and still broke my heart

He picked on my petals and tore me apart

Now I'm out in the garden 'cause love didn't last

Last in real life, so I spend my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story

I'll be the author, the insomniac

Sell creative and maybe, I get paperback

And I'll bookmark the pages to freeze where I'm at

Because time doesn't freeze, I'll beg and I'll plead, just to

Wait here a second, the snow falls upon

Your eyelashes, it's heaven, reality's hell

We'll be somewhere in Devon and we'll bake

A pumpkin pie, spend all of my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story, there'll be

No pain and no crying, no sitting in silence

No wishing for change, no change in my diet

No guilt on your conscience, no blood on your hands

No salt in our seas, no stones in our sand, there's

No hatred or violence, no little white lyin'

No waiting for pain, no love unrequited

No thorns in my roses, no sorrow unplanned

'Til then I'm content with my book in my hand

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔣𝔢? 🍂