I read once that holding your breath could stop a panic attack. So when I kissed you, you held your breath.
“Not to sound rude, but acting is stupid. Everybody’s like, ‘How can you remain with a level head?’ And I’m like, ‘Why would I ever get cocky? I’m not saving anybody’s life. There are doctors who save lives and firemen who run into burning buildings. I’m making movies. It’s stupid.
I hate it when I discover a song and some months later they play it on the radio all the time,
no, that’s my song I don’t want everyone to know it
In that one slight motion, I see the end of hope, beginning of destruction of everything I hold dear in the world. I can’t guess what form my punishment will take, how wide the net will be cast, but when it is finished there most likely be nothing left. So you would think that at this moment, I would be in utter despair.
*on the phone with police after reporting a murder* no you hang up first