Confession N°. 238: You know what I love? When sleepy sluggish snuggling in the middle of the night gradually and lazily shifts into full-on gritty sex.
When it happens, it takes a couple of minutes for my brain to actually realize and register it’s occurring. The dreamy state of mind being forced alert by the abrupt sensations of the body is one of those…simple pleasures that remind me that it’s not so bad being alive. And it’s a reminder that yes, Maga, yes, you are a living breathing thing. At least for that moment. You are more than just what your mind fools itself into conceptualizing.
Mathilda: I don’t wanna lose you, Leon.
Léon: You’re not going to lose me. You’ve given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed, have roots. And you’ll never be alone again, Mathilda. Please, go now, baby, go. Calm down, go now, go.
Mathilda: Leon, I think I’m kinda falling in love with you.
[Leon chokes on his milk]
Mathilda: It’s the first time for me, you know?
Léon: [wiping himself off] How do you know it’s love if you’ve never been in love before?
Mathilda: ‘Cause I feel it.
Léon: Where?
Mathilda: [stoking her stomach] In my stomach. It’s all warm. I always had a knot there and now… it’s gone.
Léon: Mathilda, I’m glad you don’t have a stomach ache any more. I don’t think it means anything.
JDFHASKDJFH MY TUMBL-OVE-R’S ON, BUT I NEED TO GO :(. I HOPE YOU’RE ALRIGHT, LOVE. & I shall leave this GIF with you.
Might be old, but damn, if i didn’t laugh like mad during this video.
