fulatjejer

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!

Blev ganska jättekär i den här filmen. En sån som gör söndagar uthärdliga.
Nu ska min lilla mamma ta med mig till hjärtat av orten, Vällingby, för att hitta en soffa.