If I die, please come and steal my coffin!

Nella 2022-09-14 03:03:49

If one day I die, I also hope that my coffin will be stolen by my friends. I don't want to listen to the pastor talking messily about helping me atone for my sins and helping me regenerate. I'm not interested in listening to the so-called "people who love me" talk about how good and good my life has been. I just want to get tired of being with the few people I care about. They curled their lips and looked at me, who had turned to ashes, and said: F**k it! Watched

two seasons in one go. Don't know where to start. Clear and light, no ups and downs of the plot, British cold humor. Not exciting, just a touch of hook people want to see. Each episode focuses on one character, which is concise but delicate. It's not that there are no clichés, it's just toned down a little sensationalism.

Have you ever had a time like this, you fell in love with someone while playing with her, and after a sudden accident, you found that it was not just JB who couldn't be hardened, but also the past that he didn't want to let go? Obsessed with someone clinging to someone knowing he doesn't love you? Do you feel that you are a failure no matter what you do? Haven't thought that the days when you just want to hang out in the future will never end? Constantly abandoned but still want to catch the sunshine in front of you? Living in your own world is always fog in your eyes?

Youthful, stupid and charming, chaotic, but not pale.

Art comes from life, and we are the protagonists in skins. The difference is that we don't take drugs, smoke, or fuck around. The same is youth. It's just that now we will no longer say lightly like the girl Sagan: "Hello, sadness."

The word sadness is too fucked up.

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Skins quotes

  • Naomi: I think I'm going away for this summer.

    Emily: Oh.

    Naomi: Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.

    [clears throat]

    Emily: About what?

    Naomi: Let's just be friends, okay?

    Emily: We say that, don't we?

    Naomi: [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.

    [starts to walk off]

    Emily: [beat] I'll miss you

    Naomi: [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]

    [desperately]

    Naomi: I can't stand it. I can't

    [kiss]

    Naomi: .

    Emily: It's okay

    [kiss]

    Emily: It's okay

    [kiss]

    Naomi: Jesus!

    [kiss]

  • Emily: [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.

    Naomi: [laughing] Jesus!

    Emily: Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.

    Naomi: [beat, then serious] What about this one?

    Emily: [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.

    Naomi: That you're gay?

    Emily: I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.

    Naomi: Why would I want to do that?

    Emily: Why not?

    Naomi: Em, it's nobody's business.

    Emily: Why? Who cares what other people think?

    Naomi: Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.

    Emily: What aren't you sure of?

    Naomi: Can't thinks ever be complicated?

    Emily: Fine, you like boys, too.

    Naomi: Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.

    Emily: Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?

    [beat]

    Emily: Come to the ball with me, like we're together.

    Naomi: [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.

    Emily: No, you don't do that!

    [gets dressed]

    Emily: I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?

    [looking around]

    Emily: Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.

    [looking intensely at Naomi, beat]

    Emily: We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?

    [beat]

    Emily: Have fun in Cyprus.