Joel: I don’t know.
Clementine: What do you want, Joel?
Joel: Just wait. Just wait. I don’t know. I just want you to wait for… just a while.
Clementine: I’m not a concept, Joel. I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind. I’m not perfect.
Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you.
Clementine: But you will.
Joel: Right now I can’t.
Clementine: You know, you will think things and I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.
6:05 pm • 17 August 2009 • 1,378 notes
“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.”
— Mary, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind
5:41 pm • 17 August 2009 • 422 notes
Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There’s no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye, at least.
Clementine: Let’s pretend we had one.
Clementine: Bye, Joel.
Joel: I love you.
Clementine: Meet me in Montauk.
5:11 pm • 17 August 2009 • 1,153 notes
Clementine: Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours.
4:41 pm • 17 August 2009 • 1,255 notes