yeah we can laugh until our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough
- august in bed
unknown/ my girlfriend- tv girl/ unknown/ @ellacalm/ 7pmsummer on instagram/ the virgin suicides/ @stargirldotcom/ unknown/ 7pmsummer on instagram/ folklore- taylor swift
nobody uses physical media anymore. i miss going to blockbuster every friday after school. i miss dvd homepages. i miss cd stacks. i miss the smell of vhs tapes and dvd boxes. i miss commercial breaks. i miss when movies and tv shows felt softer on the eyes and cozy. i miss when tvs felt fuzzy and alive. everything’s too bright and cartoons are being drawn without love and care. and everything is at our fingertips but only if we give them all our money. i miss when media felt like magic
- and the life i gave away
‘tis the damn season- taylor swift/ la la land/ @death-born-aphrodite/ midnight rain- taylor swift/ bojack horseman/ @thingsmyxxxsaid/ the one that got away- katy perry/ la la land/ the 1- taylor swift/ atonement
- girls when their birthday is coming up
lady bird/ ribs- lorde/ landslide- fleetwood mac/ little women (2019)/ never grow up- taylor swift/ little women (2019)/ nothing new- taylor swift/ little women (2019)/ vienna- billy joel/ 13 going on 30/ never grow up- taylor swift/ @stargirldotcom/ ribs- lorde/ little women (2019)/ you- the 1975/ perks of being a wallflower
Favorite director and letterboxd?
ooo sofia coppola, greta gerwig, mike flanagan and danny boyle
and yes! here’s my letterboxd <3 i’m always looking for more friends on there!
Do you think you would have been happier if you did end up with him or do you think you’re better off without him?
i think about this a lot bc both sides of the coin has its good and bad.
i got out of our hometown and he watched me leave. and sometimes late at night i do get a little sad and think about the suburban dream i gave away. if had ended up with him, maybe we’d be married by now or engaged or maybe we’d even have a kid. i’d be happy but not content. i wouldn’t be able to fully grow and change bc id still be in my hometown and probably still be in my old toxic friend group. i do get lonely sometimes but at least im free and im able to change and keep changing and growing
he never drove fast nor was he twice my age. he might not have spoken in poetry but he did make me laugh and his mom would always ask about me. he hated when i’d smoke but he’d still light my cigarettes. i’d tell him stories of my childhood home and the ghosts that wait for me to come back. i’d show him all my best hiding spots that only those i really loved knew about. he had so much love in his heart that i decided to make it my home. but i guess somewhere along the line he decided he didn’t want to know me anymore. i think he got tired of cleaning the blood off my knees. in his mind, i was some tragedy waiting to be fixed, but this type of sadness can never be fixed. once you’re the sad girl, you don’t get to be anything else. so now he makes some other girl with eyes as brown as mine laugh. she isn’t a tragic character. she never gets scraped up knees or tastes like smoke. she’s the one who comes with a nice cookie cutter ending. the one that plays at the end of a hallmark movie. but sometimes he’ll look at his passenger seat and remember that one summer when my laugh was his favorite sound in the whole world