My name is Mal.
*Most of the images found here are not mine, I google the majority of the images that I post or reblog. If you want a follow back I have to like what you post.
“Leo had slammed his hand on the table countless times and he moved his hand further and he crushed a crystal cordial glass. Blood was dripping down his hand. He never broke character. He kept going. He was in such a zone. It was very intense. He required stitches.”
I said this to a guy in a bar once (he gave me that same look) and it was like checking off an item on my bucket list.
The awesome and frustrating thing about these two is how much of their relationship is based on the unsaid.
I’ve never needed anyone else in my entire life.
There’s a train that passes by my apartment a couple times a night (but I generally only hear the one at 2:15am) and I think of Inception every time.
“You’re waiting for a train…”