Um, Dacry?
smoking
In case anyone was wondering.
The message of double-standards dictated by this scene in this amazing movie aside, it definitely should on whatever file you’ve got on me.
I have this fairly interesting complex in terms of considering myself mature. I go through phases where I think I’m very mature, but in retrospect I realize I may have been acting very childish and as more of a caricature of maturity. Then I start thinking myself immature, until someone points out my maturity. It goes back and forth.
Yes. Yes. A thousand times. Yes. I have a terrible weakness for artistic, emotional, borderline insane women. I imagine those sorts of arrangements can never end well.
I’m starting to wonder just how many pictures of women who I want to control me I can get away with reblogging before it seems too…passé.
I just don’t even know what to say besides the fact that I absolutely want to belong to her.