what the goddamn fuck is this ending

im too late but wow.. i love emma stone so much

yes i still want to be 70s al pacino

“he re those vanished years. as though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. and everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”

i also want to go up to a mountain and find a tree, carve a hole in it and whisper my secret into the hole and then cover it with mud and leave the secret there forever