I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
Ichiro Kubota’s dish from Cook it Raw Copenhagen 2009, Shrimps with Kinome pepper and mousse of fava beans. Limfjord oysters with Japenese citrus dressing. Turbot with five spices and venison sauce with yuzu peppers.
But what if the reason Aria seems a little sketchy sometimes is because she has known all along that Alison is alive. That’s why Ali said, “You know why I picked you” or words to that effect because Aria is the best liar.
And that’s also why she was the least convinced by what Mrs Grunwald told the Liars, because she’s trying to help Ali pretend to be dead. Just a thought that would also explain why Aria is the one shushing in the intro.