Did Tim Burton just nail how everybody feels when they have a crush on someone they know doesn’t like them back?
I LOVE THIS MOVIE
IT TEACHES PEOPLE THAT IF SOMEONE DOESINT LOVE THEM BACK,THAT IF YOUR REALLY LOVE THEM THEN YOUD LET THEM GO INSTEAD OF BEING PISSED OFF AT THEM FOR IT
SHE FUCKIN HELPS THEM GET BACK TOGETHER IN THE END AT THATS WHAT SETS HER FREE
I LOVE THAT
It also teaches you not to wander around 19th century forests at night practicing your marriage vows because Helena Bonham Carter might accidentally come back from the dead and force you into mummy matrimony.
when you hate your legs
remember that they carried you through the hardest parts of your life. they get you out of bed every day and take you to what you love.
when you hate your stomach
remember that it helped you gain strength. it holds the memories of deep laughter and great meals. it is full of warmth and joy.
when you hate your arms
remember that they are strong, which makes you strong. but they are also soft and can be used to cuddle and hold the ones you love.
Stop and turn to face,
stop and let your lips find mine,
stop and kiss again.
Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.
Kurt had a weird sense of humor, which was kind of grotesque. You could see it in the comics and drawings he did; he was a good visual artist. Sometimes he would speak in these high-pitched voices, like a child Satanist. We were always laughing about something, being ridiculous – mostly dumb jokes. He and I would talk if things were bugging him. I’d go, “Oh, things will be all right.” I had more of an outgoing personality. I had fun, talking with people onstage, drinking beers. But Kurt was really smart. He had his perception of the world. He knew how to deal with it. He had that Asian-wisdom thing – silence. He could read people really good, too, way better than I could. Now that I’m older, I’m getting better at it. You see that a lot of people are vampires. You see their agendas. I never used to see that. But Kurt was able to see that. He could take care of himself. His thing was, “Build your own world.” Wherever he lived, he’d have all this stuff on the walls, drawings or music or things he had collected. There would be 10 statues of Colonel Sanders, which was kind of weird. One place, he had wood paneling, and he found this old magazine from the 1960s, with this woman in an ad, stroking wood paneling. He put that on the wall.
The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.