Okay, why do I care?
Noomi Rapace on the set of “The Girl Who Played With Fire”.
I knew that shit would fall apart eventually. Am I just creating a problem? Probably, but I can’t help it. This is what I do best. I find the flaws, and I expose them. I make things bigger than they are. But I don’t think I’m out of line..
I told you I was jealous of her. You haven’t once reassured me by telling me that you don’t like her. I don’t know how, but I just know that there is some sort of past between you two. I know you’ve had a thing for her before, I can just tell. She’s absolutely beautiful and you have so many pictures of her/with her.. I just know. I feel insane because you’re so.. not insane. You’re not as complex, and that makes me feel out of line for my thoughts and feelings.
Will always have a deep respect for french horror films.
