“I want to know what color of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favorite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know how hard you can hug. But most of all, I want to know if you want to know the same things about me.”—(via poeticheartache) (via liveelaughlovee) (via ithinkyoushouldknow)
too flipping hard. how can i have a favorite movie? there are too many good movies out there :/
but if i think about it, my MOSTMOSTMOST favorite move is probably:
just because it has the cutest little asian boy ever. kidding LOL. but seriously, it was sweet and cute and thought-provoking and deep. the five-minute montage of married life in the beginning had me bawling so bad ;_______; i scared the poor boy who sat next to me in the theater and ruined the part for him. kekekeke. but no seriously. you can take so many lessons from this movie: dreams are the inspiration to live life for a greater purpose, humans are inherently good, there are always reasons behind every action, so on and so forth. there are probably a ton more reasons, but right now my brain is malfunctioning. but the storytelling, music, and character development were all flawless.
DAY 1: Introduce yourself / List your likes and dislikes
i’m vivian. i’m 16 years old but when people ask i always accidentally say 15. i’ll be a junior at lahs next year and i’m clinging onto summer like a fat burr clings onto a sock. i love things that make me laugh and i hate those little things that trigger a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and persists for the rest of the day. i have an extreme phobia of being sad. i’m lazy and a slacker and sometimes i’m even proud of it. i’m a dreamer. i wonder how my grandparents fell in love, and my great-grandparents, and my great-great-grandparents -i want to know how they met, how they married, all of it. i love turning around and making awkward eye-contact. i’m paranoid about dying. i want to exist forever and i can never get over the fact that once this is over, it’s over. i am always deathly afraid of letting myself think at night, because if i really let go i’ll hit some thought that will give me shivers and a resoundingly hollow and sickening feeling in my stomach. i wish i was one of those pretty, nail-polished, side-swept-bangs asian girls, and at the same time a little bit of me is glad i’m not. i hate how sometimes, i judge people. more than anything else, i want to travel the world with somebody someday. i’m afraid of growing up and i’m afraid of change. i’m scared of taking things for granted. i wish i was loud and outgoing and could always speak what’s on my mind. i hate how sometimes i’m scared to initiate and i always wonder what life would be like if i did. i always play with the idea that my future husband is alive right now. i hope he’s happy. i always wonder what would happen if i talked to the people who i passed on the street and exchanged glances with. i can never tell the difference between who and whom and use them interchangeably. i’m afraid of annoying people. i’m a firm believer of the saying that if you repeat a thought again in your head every day, it’ll eventually reflect itself in your actions. i wish i was good. i don’t want to be superficial. i love warm dreams and memories to look back on. i always, always wonder what life would be like if i had lived at home. i miss my grandmas and grandpa and cousins and aunts and uncles and relatives. i get annoyed extremely easily and i’m always afraid of showing it. sometimes i want to run away and live in a cave. i love deep phrases and quotes and words that make me think. i love long and skinny fingers. i love loud boys. i hate suck-ups and how this society requires you to be one to succeed. i hate how i have to change myself to do anything here. i hate my mom’s obsession with college. i hate how i judge people. i believe in soulmates. i wish too much and am disappointed too easily. i love my family with a passion. i’m always afraid of not being good enough.