memories of the lingering touch and deportees

friday

i'm in love

not with a person or being but in love with miss destiny

fate's desire to align my experiences into magic

2 films i watched today triggered this

hysterical blindness : uma thurman as a white trash electro a-go-go wired wiry blond looking for love in all the wrong places


"what's wrong with me?? can someone tell me please"
"you have something special that not many people can see"

those 2 lines cut straight through my weary heart

let the games begin..!