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the man who fell to earth (1976) dir. nicolas roeg

Dog Day Afternoon (1975, dir. Sidney Lumet)

I want you to join me… you belong here, with me.

STRANGER THINGS 4 (2022) S04E02 | S04E04

can you look the moon in the face. when you stare at the palm of your hand how far away does it feel; are you in your bones or are you only watching them move. when you feel things is it an echo or is it a ripple; the wake of an emotion that you ride on, unsure how long you’ll spend with seawater in your mouth instead of your lungs again. when you speak your name does it belong to you or do the letters tumble out already leaving, running. does every moment happen on a delay, so you are witnessing life through a hole cut in a sun visor, telescoped, down a chamber, in a wet room somewhere else, to someone else, to someone not-you. does your life happen elsewhere, behind a door you closed or was closed on you, behind a wall you built or else was built out of you, beyond or inside a growing rip you never quite learned how to mend; belonging to some distant skeleton who cannot hear you begging: please, please, please, for the love of god, let me come home again.

I meet a tumblrina she fuck me bloggy style

LOVE AS THE ABSOLUTE ABSORPTION INTO THE OTHER

the queasy feeling when dylan and sadie start to kiss.... the growing panic when you realize they’re fully making out... that’s exactly how people should have reacted to seeing jake and taylor. people either ignored this gut feeling or completely didn’t have it, and that’s a problem. how blatantly the film cuts to the chase and doesnt beat around the bush isn’t just a perfect demonstration of how taylor is committed to allowing herself to fully present and process what she really went through, but of how committed she is to using her art to prevent other young women and vulnerable people from finding themselves in similar situations, whether it’s from their own heightened awareness or the awareness of people around them who can step in if need be

Heathers (1988), dir. Michael Lehmann