i think what destroys me the most about addiction stories isn’t just the person going through it, but the people who love them, the ones who have to stand there helpless, watching someone they once knew slowly disappear.
when i first watched bojack horseman, it changed me. it’s my favorite show ever, and i love it for a thousand reasons. but the addiction arc is something else. bojack’s addiction doesn’t just eat him alive. it consumes everyone around him. people who love him, who keep giving him second chances, who believe he can be better. they all get hurt in the process. his chaos becomes theirs. and that’s what makes it so painful. it’s not just self destruction anymore. it’s collateral damage.
and now, after watching beautiful boy, i feel that ache again. there’s something unbearable about watching a parent trying so hard, clinging to the hope that their child can come back, that maybe this time rehab will work, maybe this time he’ll stay clean. and then watching it fall apart again. it’s brutal because the person they’re losing isn’t a stranger. it’s the same kid they raised, loved, and saw grow up. and when you realize that little boy might never come back, that’s the ache that never really ends.
addiction is terrifying because it spreads. it breaks the addict, but it also breaks the people who keep loving them anyway. and the hardest part is mourning someone who’s right in front of you.
when i first watched bojack horseman, it changed me. it’s my favorite show ever, and i love it for a thousand reasons. but the addiction arc is something else. bojack’s addiction doesn’t just eat him alive. it consumes everyone around him. people who love him, who keep giving him second chances, who believe he can be better. they all get hurt in the process. his chaos becomes theirs. and that’s what makes it so painful. it’s not just self destruction anymore. it’s collateral damage.
and now, after watching beautiful boy, i feel that ache again. there’s something unbearable about watching a parent trying so hard, clinging to the hope that their child can come back, that maybe this time rehab will work, maybe this time he’ll stay clean. and then watching it fall apart again. it’s brutal because the person they’re losing isn’t a stranger. it’s the same kid they raised, loved, and saw grow up. and when you realize that little boy might never come back, that’s the ache that never really ends.
addiction is terrifying because it spreads. it breaks the addict, but it also breaks the people who keep loving them anyway. and the hardest part is mourning someone who’s right in front of you.
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i don't wanna learn another scent i don’t want the children of another man to have the eyes of the girl i won’t forget
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so i watched a couple movies in the past few days since i obviously have nothing better to do. i think i will dump them here.
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ah and i watched chungking express. i NEED to watch wong's whole discography now because the cinematography is top notch. the story might seem dull to a lot of people but you need to understand a sense of alienation to feel something while watching it?
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