Are you kidding me? I think that you’re able to be whatever you think is the limit of what you have. I think even if the love you have isn’t huge, if you believe that it is, you’ll play to the fence, so that you’ll go as far as you think you can. And I think that a young heart …All these things have been alluded to in his other movies, that kids have a much deeper, complicated inner life than some adults will really acknowledge. It’s funny, like, I’m around people that have kids that are 12 and they’re like, “Oh, she doesn’t like boys yet.” You know what I mean? And I remember being 6 and in love, and loving people and wanting to hug and to hold people. That’s why kids have a lot going on.Jason Schwartzman. My heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness after reading this interview. Like it was going to literally explode.
What your favorite Wes Anderson movie says about you.
In which two writers in The Atlantic Wire basically figure me all out. For the most part. Right down to my astrological sign.
Can we please talk about how stinking cute Mindy Kaling is?
Because she is, you know.
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Even after the entire world has taken me apart, there’s still a part of me left for you.I Wrote This For You: The Remaining Me (via kari-shma)
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Decisions are made by those who show up. Don’t ever forget that you’re a citizen of this world.Aaron Sorkin gave a hell of a commencement address at Syracuse a few days ago. Worth a read or two.
Today a woman I know told me, “I believe that you will become the one who you want to be.”
Maybe it’s the fact that she’s who she is—it’s as if she knows these sort of things. She’s one of those individuals. Or the fact that it’s one of the last things that she will ever say to me. Or the fact that it was unwarranted. I should mention that she is going through a difficult transition, one that would break me, and yet she found it important to tell me that. Classy, right?
But, for the first time in what seems like a long time, I believed it. I believed that I would become the person that I want to be. And so her simple statement hit me like a ton of bricks—right there in the space under my sternum and lungs— and I found myself wanting to cry. Grateful tears. Weary tears. And when I regained the ability to breathe, I found myself lighter. An almost imperceptible amount, but lighter nonetheless.
I may not believe it tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. But today, I needed it, and so it was more than enough.
Calm before the storm that is my week.
500 Days of Summer.
