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You don’t tell me things, Joel. I’m an open book. I tell you everything. Every damn embarrassing thing. You don’t trust me.

Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.

I don’t do that. I want to know you. I don’t constantly talk. Jesus. People have to share things, Joel. That’s what intimacy is. I’m really pissed that you said that to me.

Sorry. It’s just, my life just really isn’t that interesting. 

I want to read those journals you’re constantly scribbling in. What do you write if you don’t have any thoughts or passions or love?

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2001 A Space Odyssey, dir. Stanley Kubrick

Blade Runner, dir. Ridley Scott

Requiem for a Dream, dir. Darren Aronofsky

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