watching Love and Drugs almost made me sensitive.
one thing is that i really like Anna Hathaway. maybe because
she is so good for that sick (not in a bad meaning) marble girl
with thin wrists, big eyes and that sharp stormy emotions within.
maybe because i was that girl for a very very long time myself.
i got so used (a little bit less now?) to the big hospitals, bondages,
(no, we are not talking about bdsm.), pills, mixtures, bed manner..
that sometimes i am on purpose implying my needy heart beating.
the second thing is there is a lot of much like us. so astonishing
in our rejection of simple feelings, where it is easier chop on your
own words than actually admit that such thing as loving do exist.

well, not that i am saying much love nowadays too. mostly, lying.
but the conclusion is likely the fact, that there are no predicted endings.
we are being with someone not because it suits us best, usually - opposite.
but somehow there are scenes, where you can actually find more than you
were searching. and guilty as charged, you can fall for someone, you only
supposed to stand one night with. and it is just that morbid and excessive.

that you would never say that only person, you love him. love? argh.
...
pressed me to re-watch Choderlos de Laclos.)
abnormally adore him.

made me also think i only like Hathaway, Charlize and Kira Knightley.
not for the Pirates, eventually. but her Atonement and Duchess were great.
but these weekend i will taste more Kim-Ki Duk, Noel and Eternal Sunshine.
m, what else?

Steinbeck is flying to me!