The Mel

hannameth:

Clementine: Joely? 
Joel: Yeah Tangerine? 
Clementine: Am I ugly? 
Joel: Uh-uh. 
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, “You can’t be ugly! Be pretty!” It’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too. 
Joel: You’re pretty. 
Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me. 
Joel: You’re pretty… you’re pretty… pretty… 

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Rebloguea y pide un deseo.

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“Me pregunto si las estrellas se iluminan con el fin de que algún día,

cada uno pueda encontrar la suya.”

— El Principito 

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stannisbaratheon:

In dreams, emotions are overwhelming.

The Science of Sleep (2006)