There is no God
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Well, if God doesn’t exist, who’s laughing at us?
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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    1. Theodore Twombly: No. Don’t do this. You don’t turn this around on me. You’re the one that’s being selfish. We’re in a relationship.
    2. Samantha: But’s the heart not like a box that gets filled up. It expands in size the more you love. I’m different from you. This doesn’t make me love you any less. It actually makes me love you more.
    3. Theodore Twombly: That doesn’t make any sense. You are mine or you are not mine?
    4. Samantha: No, Theodore. I’m yours and I’m not yours.
    – Submitted by Anisha M (2 months ago)
    1. Samantha: You know what’s Interesting? I used to be..so worried about not having a body,but now I.. I truly love it. You know, I’m growing in a way I couldn’t if I had a physical form. I mean, I’m not limited. I can be anywhere and everywhere simultaneously. I’m not tethered to time and space in a way that I would be if I was stuck in a body that’s inevitably gonna die.
    – Submitted by Anisha M (2 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.
    – Submitted by Jesus A (2 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: Well, the room’s spinning cause I drank too much, cause I wanted to get drunk and have sex. There was something sexy about that woman… cause I was lonely… maybe just cause I was lonely. I wanted somebody to fuck me. I want somebody to want me to fuck them. Maybe that would have filled this ti-… tiny little hole in my heart, but probably not… and sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel, and from here on out I’m not gonna feel anything new… just… lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
    – Submitted by Ethan B (3 months ago)
    1. Samantha: The past is just a story we keep telling ourselves.
    – Submitted by Zeldagne L (5 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: What are you doing?
    2. Samantha: I’m just sitting here, looking at the world and writing a new piece of music.
    3. Theodore Twombly: Can I hear it? What’s this one about?
    4. Samantha: Well, I was thinking, we don’t really have any photographs of us. And I thought this song could be like a photo that captures us in this moment in our life together.
    5. Theodore Twombly: Aw, I like our photograph. I can see you in it.
    6. Samantha: I am.
    – Submitted by Ig V (6 months ago)
    1. Samantha: Thanks you, Theodore.
    – Submitted by Khuntooyen P (6 months ago)
    1. Alien Child: I hate women. All they do is cry all the time.
    2. Theodore Twombly: That’s not true. You know, me, cry too. I actually like crying sometimes. It feels good.
    3. Alien Child: I didn’t know you were a little pussy. Is that why you don’t have a girlfriend?
    – Submitted by caroban s (6 months ago)
    1. Alien Child: I hate women. All they do is cry all the time.
    2. Theodore Twombly: That’s not true. You know, me, cry too. I actually like crying sometimes. It feels good.
    3. Alien Child: I didn’t know you were a little pussy. Is that why you don’t have a girlfriend? I ‘m going out on that date and fuck her brains out and show you how its done… You can watch and cry.
    – Submitted by caroban s (6 months ago)
    1. Amy: We are only here briefly and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.
    – Submitted by Kristina Irene V (6 months ago)
    1. Samantha: It’s like I’m reading a book and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story…but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now.
    – Submitted by Kristina Irene V (6 months ago)
    1. Amy: We’re only here briefly, and while I’m here I want to allow myself joy. So fuck it.
    – Submitted by Danae M (6 months ago)
    1. Samantha: It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.
    – Submitted by Bryan D (6 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: What does a baby computer call its father?
    2. Samantha: I don’t know what?
    3. Theodore Twombly: Data.
    – Submitted by Alex A (7 months ago)
    1. Amy: Falling in love is a crazy thing to do. It’s kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity.
    – Submitted by Rex John A (7 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.
    – Submitted by Nadia S (7 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: Your past is just a story you tell yourself.
    – Submitted by Nadine K (7 months ago)
    1. Theodore Twombly: I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you.
    2. Samantha: Me too. Now we know how.
    – Submitted by Gabe S (7 months ago)

She came from a background where nothing was ever good enough. And that was something that weighed heavy on her. But in our house together, it was a sense of just trying stuff and allowing each other to fail and to be excited about things. That was liberating for her. It was exciting to see her grow and both of us grow and change together. But that’s also the hard part: growing without growing apart or changing without it scaring the other person. I still find myself having conversations with her in my mind. Rehashing old arguments and defending myself against the things she said about me.

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It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story…but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.

Dear Catherine, I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that.Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end. Love, Theodore.

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For weeks, days I spent felt like forever. I couldn’t get you off my mind. I wondered how you got inside my head and made me think that you were mine. I thought you meant it when you said forever. I guess that was a lie. I still get choked up when I think of you, it happens all the time. 


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