500 days of summer

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront: this is not a love story.

Summer: You know, I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really, really fast. I’m like, superhuman. And the terrain starts to get really rocky and steep. And then I’m running so fast that my feet aren’t touching the ground. And I’m floating, and it’s like this amazing, amazing realness. I’m free. I’m safe. Then I realize… I’m completely alone. And then I wake up.

“ Roses are red, violets are blue fuck you, bitch". 500 Days of Summer