Some of the prettiest cinematography I’ve witnessed thus far. An estranging and enthralling experience that removes the door from the room it puts you in. 
Full of seeming symbology, which i can only wonder it’s reason. The blaring sirens and smothering damp. The locusts of solitude, the grey miasma of dejection. Madness sinks into man like moisture into ossature. The drink beckons like siren song and siren song like drink. The birds hold a sailors soul and reckon Poseidon a prideful wrath. 

Beware the deep blue, leave her Johnny. Leave her.

An enjoyable entity, if you haven’t seen the porn I bet you could’ve focused on the actual film a lot better

I cried. Absolute fucking masterpiece if you’re a bottle of wine deep. Perfectly executed Mormon watt pad garbage.

Have you ever heard of vampires? Jacob should be strapped to the electric cuck chair. I truly cannot understand my own enjoyment of these films, id have an easier time explaining my fascination with putting nails under my own fingers. #teamedward