I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy.
I’ve got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget. I’ve got a perfect body, ‘cause my eyelashes catch my sweat.
A witty saying proves nothing.
We’re talking about semantics here—who defines meaning, the speaker or the listener?
|Tate:||Something has changed in you. Towards me. You're distant, cold. I don't know what I've done, but I'll leave you alone from now on if that's what you want. Is that what you want? You know why I'd leave you alone? Because I care about your feelings more than mine. I love you. There I said it, not just on some chalkboard. I would never let anybody or anything hurt you. I've never felt that way about anyone.|
|Violet Harmon:||Come here.|
|[Tate climbs into the bed]|
|Violet Harmon:||Me too.|