Girl: What is the centre of the world for you?
Guy: The centre of the world? Our first real conversation, and you ask such amazing questions.
Girl: It’s quite an ordinary question. What’s your answer?
Guy: Love, I suppose
Girl: That’s odd. I’d have answered: Me.
Girl: … Does that seem funny to you?
Girl: Don’t you feel you’re the center of the world?
Guy: Yes, of course, in a way
Girl: In what way?
Guy: Living, being, seeing with your own eyes, speaking with your own mouth, thinking with your own head
feels like the situation is a hundred years old. like this imogen heap song never ages. perplexing how the playground seems like such a far walk to walk backwards. i would kill to ride those wood swings. wisdom gave me mood swings. time gave me bad lemons. what do i know? nothing. not a damn thing. i wouldn’t say i knew my language had it not been for the critical acclaim. i’m still suspicious. and where the fuck is my girlfriend.