Nothing matters anymore.
Nothing but this moment and his mouth on my body, his hands on my skin, his kisses in brand-new places making me absolutely, certifiably insane. I cry out and cling to him, dying and somehow being brought back to life in the same moment, the same breath.
Mood Board Aesthetic ; Alice in Wonderland
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?“
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
“People of color and women are increasingly being shown on-screen. For things to be whitewashed just doesn’t make sense. All the films I’ve done have had a secret commentary on stereotypical mentalities. It’s about getting people to drop a prejudiced state of mind and realize, “Oh, shit, we’re just watching normal people.”
All that time you spent with her to get to me, you can’t tell me that you didn’t get to know her, and like her. It’s Allison. It’s impossible not to like her. You can’t tell me that you don’t care if she gets hurt.
Now, grandma’s a person who everyone likes,
she bought you a train and a bright, shiny bike.
But lately she hasn’t been coming to dinner,
And last time you saw her she looked so much thinner.