ferrisbueller:

_{Gone Girl (2014) - Dir. David Fincher}

cartrnelli:

Fuck. You’re delusional. I mean, you’re insane, why would you even want this? Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other pain. 

T h a t ’ s    m a r r i a g e . 

catfromjapan:

“I’m the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I’m not a quitter, I’m that cunt. I killed for you; who else can say that? You think you’d be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I’m it.” (Gone Girl, 2014)

melopeas:

I’m the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I’m not a quitter, I’m that cunt. I killed for you; who else can say that?

keiranightleys:

No way, baby! I’m it.

eposetties-deactivated20150816:

BEST OF 2014: films

 ▶ what are you thinking? how are you feeling? what have we done to each other? what will we do? 

lovestory:

What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

delevingned-deactivated20151023:

What are you thinking?
How are you feeling?
What have we done to each other?
What will we do?

joanwatsuns:

of thorns and stab wounds | a mix for nick dunne and his ? amazing amy. for marriage in its truest form: behind closed doors, with blood underneath your fingernails and vice grips around each other’s necks; one long, frightening climax.

( listen. ) 

brandyalexanders-moved-deactiva:

“As we turn the corner, the local bakery is getting its powdered sugar delivered, funneled into the cellar by the barrelful as if it were cement, and we can see nothing but the shadows of the deliverymen in the white, sweet cloud. The street is billowing, and Nick pulls me close and smiles that smile again, and he takes a single lock of my hair between two fingers and runs them all the way to the end, tugging twice, like he’s ringing a bell. His eye­lashes are trimmed with powder, and before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me.” — Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn.

the question i’ve asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. i suppose these questions storm cloud over every marriage: what are you thinking? how are you feeling? who are you? what have we done to each other?

                               w h a t   w i l l   w e   d o ?