I just watched one of my favourite movies again: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
I’m not ashamed to mention that I’m constantly touched by it, it’s sad, happy, lovely… a relationship that feels so real you can touch it, with the good bits and bad bits, the underlying longing to connect with another human being.
Now I’ve succeeded in not blowing myself up with the gas oven… which I couldn’t get to light even though there was the smell of gas permeating the kitchen… and I shall sit outside on my new old table and 1950s wicker chairs.
Hi,
Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans
Same here (about ESotSM). I also have a pretty good track record for bursting out into tears while watching it.
I love that movie too, but don’t tell anybody. It’ll ruin my uber-masculine reputation.