Obviously, his viewpoint was wrong. I mean, men are always wrong, right? My mother had taught me that much at least. But the way his lips curved downward honestly and he stared at me with those big sincere eyes. I couldn’t help but think he might be right.
I used to make fun of the tourists I saw standing on the grassy fields in front of the leaning tower of Pisa, all taking those stupid photos of themselves, pushing against the tower for their friends on facebook. When I started working on the sets of horror movies, I would always be reminded of this, because after each cut, the actor playing the monster would laugh and joke like his real self, while I knew, that the future people in the theaters would never see this viewpoint.
We had very similar viewpoints but I still didn’t like him. He was too loud of his opinions. I found myself nodding along with most of the things he said but I didn’t like him because of the arrogance with which he said these things. He was so certain. I don’t know, I’m just not like that.
her viewpont was great. she left nothing behind, she just saw everything. She coulnd’t let anything behind. That who she was and she didn’t know how to stop. Curious, I know, but that’s how I loved her.
Standing on the fencepost,
Obviously, his viewpoint was wrong. I mean, men are always wrong, right? My mother had taught me that much at least. But the way his lips curved downward honestly and he stared at me with those big sincere eyes. I couldn’t help but think he might be right.
I used to make fun of the tourists I saw standing on the grassy fields in front of the leaning tower of Pisa, all taking those stupid photos of themselves, pushing against the tower for their friends on facebook. When I started working on the sets of horror movies, I would always be reminded of this, because after each cut, the actor playing the monster would laugh and joke like his real self, while I knew, that the future people in the theaters would never see this viewpoint.
Whether or not my viewpoint was correct or reasonable, I was determined to have my side of the story heard and registered.
We had very similar viewpoints but I still didn’t like him. He was too loud of his opinions. I found myself nodding along with most of the things he said but I didn’t like him because of the arrogance with which he said these things. He was so certain. I don’t know, I’m just not like that.
her viewpont was great. she left nothing behind, she just saw everything. She coulnd’t let anything behind. That who she was and she didn’t know how to stop. Curious, I know, but that’s how I loved her.