Carl Fredricksen - Tumblr Posts

I am really happy that there is no sequel to "up".

Just imagine it would start with Carl's funeral and Russell being there and crying. :( (I wouldn't know what would happen afterwards, because I would be crying for the rest of the movie.)

Therefore I am very happy we don't have sequel. Felt the need to say this.

What I want is what I deprive myself of most

I could spit out the words so easily. The words are the representation of thoughts that are not only for myself but for millions. They say: I don't need love right now, I'm way too young. Who needs love at my age? It's not like this is the person I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with. I have school to worry about, my job, my family and my future. My mindset is so focused, so tuned into and narrowed onto my future and how I'm going to survive. So to me the future is of the utmost importance. But in the back of my mind it's the fear of unknowing, the inexperience and the inability to turn back once you've fallen so fast. I wasn't sent to school and taught how to love or how to deal with heartache and heartbreak. There was never a 101 Intro on How to Be In Love. So I hold my head up with the pride of independence carrying me with each step in the right direction. But somehow it feels like something is missing on this path. Like an early morning walk without my iPod or a plane ride without a movie. You may be getting somewhere but the journey becomes a necessity rather than a gift. It is no longer an opportunity to experience something more along the way. But that space in my mind which holds my capacity to love is filled with fear, anxiety, arguments, stress, jealousy and ultimately emptiness. I think about it but I keep it at arms length. I get close enough only to test the waters without taking the plunge. So that mindset I so strongly believe is genuine is just a cover up for the vulnerability which encompasses my curiosity of what love truly is. As my mind creates those words of apathy for love my throat gets clogged and my tongue gets cut by the words of love which are being held in. The ones that were created by that place in my heart that sighs every time I see two people in love because there is undoubtedly a place within me that sees a movie, finds a picture or reads a book about love and says I wish I had that.