Bill: In the third month of mourning you, I tracked you down. Now I wasn’t trying to track you down, I was trying to track down the fucking assholes who I thought killed you. So I find you. And what do I find? Not only are you not dead, you’re getting married — to some fucking jerk — and you’re pregnant. I… overreacted.
Beatrix: ………………………. you overreacted?— Kill Bill
I just remembered David Carradine died this year :((((((
intuitiveaptitude:sunnyeyes:littlefishes:idlewildsouth:lovespellslove:
spacemama:lisachaves:(via cheapandjuicy)Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you.
Clementine: But you will! You will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.
intuitiveaptitude:decompose:likeadoll:(via cheapandjuicy)
Beatrix: When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other that not only does God exist, you’re doing his will.
