lia

i think about it oftennot the plot, but the feeling it leaves — like a snowfall that muffles the whole citylike standing on the edge of a memory, deciding whether to fall back into it or keep walking i breathe through it. the way i breathe through all the things that almost ruined me and sometimes i think the most beautiful part of loveis that we still choose it, even after it ends somewhere in the middle of forgetting and remembering is the reason we keep trying

i wish i could put into words how this movie makes me feel