This is probably the third person I've developed feelings for in this manner. The original impression is one of grotesque repulsion..that morphs into a sense of pity and...ridiculous wanting. Very, very, very dumb desire.
I'm a little eager to be ending up alone.
And concerned about how quickly I make irrational judgments.
Also, I am obsessed with this right now: Movies re-imagined for another time and place. Leonard Nimoy as John McClane and Trainspotting directed by Godard? YES.
I'm in the process of developing a time altering or traveling apparatus to make this shit happen.
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