Aida from Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Beware: bad taste in pretty much everything. This tumblr is dangerously becoming all about kpop.
Aida from Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Beware: bad taste in pretty much everything. This tumblr is dangerously becoming all about kpop.
There is a question I have been wanting to understand the answer to, but have been feeling that I simply can’t ask. Eventually I just ask it anyway:
Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together?
Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish to see that look many more times in my life. “That would make me way too sad to answer,” she says quickly, and I hurriedly begin another question, about something completely different, hoping that if I say it fast enough these new words will chase the old words away from where they are hanging in the air between us, and maybe she will let me pretend that it was something I never said.
“No, no,” she says, and I can see the tears forming, and I think she means that she doesn’t want to answer any more questions about anything. I mutter some kind of apology under my breath.
But, even now, I’m wrong about everything. Mostly she is just trying to stop my new question. She has something to tell me.
“No,” she says. “I said it would make me too sad to answer but it’s also…”—and she nods even as her voice breaks once more with tears—”…one of my favorite things to imagine.” And through the tears, a beaming, almost beatific smile stretches room-wide across her face. “It’s actually one of my favorite places to visit.”
" - Michelle Williams, about Heath Ledger (via comeunfold)
“Matilda is adorable, and beautifully observant and wise. Michelle and I love her so much. Becoming a father exceeds all my expectations. It’s the most remarkable experience I’ve ever had — it’s marvelous.”
“Matilda was two when Ledger died, and has only the sketchiest memory of the father who used to lavish her with lifesize toy animals and ice cream. Now five, she often asks Williams questions about him: what he was like, what happened to him, where he went. She once asked her mother whether he died because his batteries ran out; another time, Williams found herself explaining the paparazzi, telling Matilda, ‘It’s because people really loved your daddy that they want to take your picture, to know that you’re all right.’
I’m so crying :( I just can’t believe he hasn’t been here with us for 3 years :(
