I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered, again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyon… - Miranda July

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

LA isn’t a walking city, or a subway city, so if someone isn’t in my house or my car we’ll never be together, not even for a moment. And just to be absolutely sure of that, when I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I’m not really with them, I’m with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can’t help smiling to myself as I text them back.

I wanted to make the movie feel like life feels to me — and life feels both sad and dark and confusing and more than hopeful — it feels like something totally incredible could happen at any moment and with no explanation.

Will you date me when I ask you out? it asked.

Yes.

Even if I’m ugly and you don’t like my personality?

Yes.

No, you won’t.

I will!

You’re just saying that because you’re in a hurry.

Well, it won’t be my fault if I miss the bus.

Goodbye, sweetness.

Bye! Where’s my backpack?

It’s on the counter.

Oh. Bye!