The Virgin Suicides, 1999. Sofia Coppola. Corine Day.
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when he...
I want a boy with black hair and black eyes, with black studs and a black fire that lights up his insides. I want a boy who's deliciously cruel, hopelessly romantic, and terribly sappy in all the right ways. One who’s clumsy and cares an awful lot about his skateboard, one who’s always shooting off somewhere mysterious and feeling me up in every way he knows how. I want a boy that’s always out to get something, always moving and grooving to the beat of life and not knowing (or caring) where he ends up. I want a boy that’s foreign to the confined, Jersey walls I know so well. I want a boy that’s taller than me (not exactly a challenge since I just reached the feasible height of 5’0), who will look down with admiration in his terribly active eyes.
I want a boy who will grab my face and kiss me tenderly, with all the energy he’s got because I’m the one good thing in his clumsy, teenage-dirtbag life.
I met a boy like this once. He wasn’t foreign enough that we had a language barrier from polar-opposite countries (although at times it felt like it), he grew up in the stoner mountains of the near west coast, so it was no shock he churned out the stoner-skater lifestyle that makes me melt into my shoes. He was curious about the most boring things that I thought a guy would never notice. He was sweet and witty, action-packed and nonchalant, a true cool boy at heart. He’s the kind of guy where you know he’s not a virgin and hasn’t been for a very long time. Something in his smile gave it away, gave away how high up his ego had been, and yet he was mysteriously humble.
He’s the one where you worry about their relationship status often, because you want him so bad, you’re convinced every other girl in the world would, too. He seemed like he dated dumb, pretty girls. Girls who bored him to death but were a good accessory, the ones who get blasted at parties and throw themselves on top of him. Not knowing which way is up and proving so by stumbling and slurring over every rock, every long syllable.
I find myself missing him as if he was ever mine, as if our kisses and hugs and intimacy ever seeped out of my deluded brain and out of my ears. Leaking into the saccharine reality of the life of a dreamer.
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I don't listen to Lana or anything but... sometimes the bannisters are just blue :/
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