“When Andrew and Emma stood next to one another it was like you heard the angel choir singing. It was blessed. The last time I’ve seen that blunt of chemistry was Hepburn and Tracy; when they’re on screen, you’re mesmerized. It’s so obvious how strong they’re together and how he’s strong for her, and she’s strong for him”.
If the boy who draws let’s you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song in front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person but the air and dust that fills their lungs. When the world perishes, and all things cease to exist, you’ll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song.