“…if enough people keep telling you you’re some way, eventually you kinda wonder if they’re right.”
- Elliott Smith
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mad girl’s love song, by sylvia plath
“To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.”
- Arthur Miller
Alice: I would have loved you… forever. Now, please go.
Dan: Don’t do this, Alice. Please, talk to me.
Alice: I am talking. Fuck off.
Dan: I’m sorry. You misunderstand! I didn’t mean to.
Alice: Yes you did.
Dan: I love you!
Alice: Show me! Where is this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can’t do anything with your easy words. Whatever you say is too late.
Dan: I saw this face. This vision. When you stepped into the the road. It was the moment of my life.
Alice: This is the moment of your life.
Dan: You were perfect.
Alice: I still am.
Alice: Will you hold me? I amuse you, but I bore you.
Dan: No, no.
Alice: You did love me?
Dan: I’ll always love you. I hate hurting you.
Alice: Why are you?
Dan: Because I’m selfish. And I think I’ll be happier with her.
Alice: You won’t. You’ll miss me. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn’t love enough?
Alice: You’re a piece of shit.
Dan: Deception is brutal. I’m not pretending otherwise.
Alice: How? How does it work? How do you do this to someone?
Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice.
Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice? There’s a moment, there’s always a moment, “I can do this, I can give in to this, or I can resist it.” And I don’t know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one.
Alice: Just take my picture.
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