lellolamb: nakedhermione: thatcrazystupidlove: Scorsese! Scorsese.
friend: how far have you gone with a boy
me: in miles or kilometers
im waiting for the moment to do this in math class
teacher: what unit of measurement-
me: in daylights
teacher: thats not-
me: in sunsets
me: in midnights
teacher: you cant-
me: in cups of coffee
teacher: thats impossi-
me: in inches
teacher: yes! thats what i-
me: in miles
teacher: but you just-
me: in laughter
me: in strife
teacher: *opens mouth*-
me: in five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
teacher: well in this case you dont measure in ti-
me: how about looooooooooooooooove
teacher: i give up
me: measure in looooooooooove
me: seasons of loooooooooooooooove (attempt to harmonize with myself)
timisfat: This is beautiful.
Natalie: It's just that the thing with jazz is, how do you ever know if you got it right? It's just making shit up.
Henry: Which is also known as the act of creation.
Natalie: Oh, you're one of those pretentious stoner types.
Henry: That's totally unfair! I'm not pretentious! And I'm definitely not classical. It's so rigid and structured. There's no room for improvisation. You have to play the notes on the page.
Natalie: Yes, and what did Mozart know, anyway? He should have just smoked a bowl and jammed on "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
Henry: Yeah, let's do that!