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Sometimes I can’t sleep and I think back to 2012 and the girl. I’ll check up on her through interweb magic (because I’m an idiot), and I’ll see how much happier she is now that she’s rid herself of me, and I’m reminded of how easy that was for her, and I’ll see that her artwork has never been better, and how she’s overflowing with love for her new man, and how you can look as hard as you want but in the end, there is - in the lines she traces or the words she types - no longer any trace of me. There is nothing, not even a shadow, an echo, a hint.
And I’m left to wonder if I was ever there at all.
This. I want this.
Check out Hope Larson’s very very lovely short film “Bitter orange”. It stars Brie Larson (no relations) whom you might remember from playing Scott’s ex in the Scott Pilgrim movie. It’s a period piece set in the 20s and it’s all kinds of lovely.
After watching this, click over to badass digest to read a great article on the making of the film…
I googled “fart” today. This was the first image.