i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember i dont even like me
"I was one of the insatiables. The ones you’d always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they’d been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist’s cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us… from the world."
The Dreamers (2003)
- Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via paintdeath)
- Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via larmoyante)
Do you ever listen to a song and imagine yourself playing it on stage like totally jamming out then you come back to reality and suddenly you need to start a band right now immediately
but then you realise you have no musical talent and sit down