This couldn’t be more accurate for me! I was JUST joking to my mom that I was going to go jump on a bunch of cracks because I was mad at her, haha!
I always cry at the end of this movie. Some people don’t “get” this film and can’t see why there are a handful of us that love it. If you’ve never seen it, give it a shot.
PS- Pay attention to the color red.
|—||Ernest Hemingway (via setbabiesonfire)|
I’ve always loved the rain. What he did that January took that from me for a while.
I’m able to enjoy it again. It relaxes me. It makes me feel peaceful, which is why I find it so hard to understand why he chose that particular day to make his grand exit. But, he did.
Maybe one rainy day, I’ll make peace with it all. Or maybe I never will. Some things aren’t meant to be gotten over. Some empty spots are never filled. Maybe there aren’t enough rainy, peaceful Sundays to make up for that particular rainy Tuesday.
I’ll always wish he’d found in that rainy afternoon what I find in them. Maybe in his own way, he did. File that under “things I’ll probably never know.”