Sophia Coppola smokes a cigarette while she waits for an omelette she has no intention of eating. It’s a gloomy marine layered morning, you can barely see across Sunset.
So joyously, satisfyingly imagined. (In Mark Ruffalo, end-of-You-Can-Count-On-Me cadence:) I dunno, Bridey, I really like where your head is at. / also, I’m glad Sophia changed her movie because I’m pretty sure I made what she was originally going for 😂😂😂
So joyously, satisfyingly imagined. (In Mark Ruffalo, end-of-You-Can-Count-On-Me cadence:) I dunno, Bridey, I really like where your head is at. / also, I’m glad Sophia changed her movie because I’m pretty sure I made what she was originally going for 😂😂😂