Clementine: Joely?
Joel: Yeah Tangerine?
Clementine: Am I ugly?
Joel: Uh-uh.
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, “You can’t be ugly! Be pretty!” It’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Joel: You’re pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me.
Joel: You’re pretty… you’re pretty… pretty…Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless mind.
;_;
I miss few things the way I miss intimacy. You can like a million people and you might be able to fool yourself into thinking that you love a few of them, but you will never be able to replicate being truly comfortable with someone. Just okay with showing them your naked ugly soul.
