Ewan McGregor, Marc Forster (director) and Naomi Watts
Stay, 2005
When you can’t think of anything else when hail falls.
When you draw/paint/write something you’re not proud of and you think to yourself that at least it’s “more beautiful than good art because it documents human failure”
When - to you - Ryan Gosling means more than this:

When it’s officially your regular “birthday film”.
When you wish that Tristán Rêveur was real.
When you know the difference between film and the script.
…
I can write and write like this… but maybe you could share your own ideas?
EDIT:
When you’re sadly missing Henry while seeing the number 21 somewhere.
True. I can’t look at this number like I used to.
when you’re falling asleep and that floating feeling is accompanied by the gorgeous scenes and colors from the end credits
Seems like an overdose, indeed :)
When you know the soundtrack by heart and have watched your favourite scenes countless times such as the dance class or the night club
And when you want to drink and smoke while listening to “Angel” by Massive Attack
When you catch yourself thinking whether you live in a dream or in a reality
So true.
I miss Ryan Gosling all skinny in Stay so much. :(
Yeah - fragile, young man.
=)
Well… :D
Who wrote that? Admit it. :)
I feel honored for being quoted.
By the way - I’m thankful that you’re following this blog. I really thought that I’ll be alone when I started.
But now… There’s so many of you. Thank you.
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