I feel like I should be more willing to share my life and really just myself for people to like me more or want something from me which in turn makes them some sort of “acquaintance” to me. but I can’t do it and I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to cut into myself and share it with people like a birthday cake.

when archive dot org has a film I want to watch, I feel such gratefulness and love deep within my soul it’s incomprehensible

carl bernstein was broke, bisexual, boss hated him, articles were flopping, he came on Watergate MAD AS HELL!

‘implicit’ is one of my favorite words

congratulations to him!

I’d love to teach an english course using art and cinema specifically books on history of cinema and art criticism as material

remember when we argued on the concept of regret? you were an expert even then but not me. not yet.

seeing yourself as the elephant in every room is also a form of main character syndrome

drink up baby stay up all night

I’m trying to be an open minded movie lover but I genuinely can’t stand johnny depp or woody allen’s faces enough to watch their movies. even w the old stuff, I just can’t make myself do it.

i love when singers start asking me questions in their songs like how tf would I know where the lonely people belong

sometimes young girls have such casually violent partners it’s quite disturbing

james spader’s age gap romance with susan sarandon White Palace (1990)

I want two boyfriends so I can dress them like twins

doctors are still determining what kind of mental disturbance I have btw

I know how Padraic in Banshees of Inishiren felt

how its going