come with me (come with me)
and you'll be a part of 
a sweet bird of love 
feeling beautiful, so unusual
this feeling of love
this feeling of love 
this feeling of love  

friends, fucking, neon lights, sweat, tears, love, terror, and a whole bunch of hollywood warped in a candy coated bisexual paradise hell (the oxymoron is what makes it all work). haven't been affected by a movie like this in a long time...the final fifteen minutes are…

the most perfect understanding of when the thing you are meant to do to some degree being heartbreaking (and having maybe, broken your heart) and ultimately, beautiful. have felt recently so detached from film that the words of becoming a "filmmaker" have wrung so hollow to me, but i can't help but find my way back to it? there's a part of myself, that unlike my mind, deep within me thinks subconsciously "i want to make something" but i'm not…

you were standing hollowed eyed in the hallway / carnations you had thought were roses / that’s us 

there’s a delicate, fractured weight that both carol and therese carry. it’s something that immediately attracts them to each other’s presence, i think; they just seem to know about one another before they even have a formal conversation. it’s not love at first sight, but love at first understanding.

both experience the isolation of their “pretty” (the department store’s pastels where therese works or…

“the architect of your soul appears to be social media.” 

spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out exactly what made this amazing to me on a second watch, but notably i picked up on tár’s resistance to using online platforms. 

at first, especially in the juilliard scene, she paints this image of art vs artist that insists on the ideology of the western canon: she, in this scene, possesses the power to critique this system without offering…