When my coworker cooks lobster he likes to play under the sea really loudly. Not sure if that’s supposed to be soothing for the lobster or just a cruel cruel joke but I’m afraid to ask

We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via larmoyante)