Donnie Darko for they/thems

horror movie about how if u don’t transition ur lips will eventually become soooo chapped

A heartbreaking rejection of the typical ideas of a coming of age movie. Owen will not enter the wardrobe, he will not follow the white rabbit, he will not go to the Pink Opaque. He will collapse inside himself and decay. 

Fantastic. My favorite movie of the year now.

The horror of a high school acquaintance suddenly re-entering your life with a nonbinary haircut

This is what my mom thought would happen to me if I watched SpongeBob

the horror inherent to knowing who you are and being too scared to truly let yourself come into it, the terror of spending every day wondering if it’s too late for you, if you’ve wasted every waking day deceiving yourself. there’s a certain sort of neurodivergent obsession (with works of art you gravitate to early on in youth) portrayed here to such pitch perfection, the awkwardness of trying to relay that passion to other people, trying to make yourself understand how it’s changed you… it’s going to make so many people Seen for the first time and i could not be happier for how this is about to change their lives. enormous, truly singular. a total fucking face melter. will have to sit on it for roughly the next eternity. if We’re All Going To The World’s Fair was the beta, this is the final release, an aesthetic opus of nostalgia dysphoria ghost horror. a masterpiece maybe?

so good and amazing but i laughed when the flashback scenes ended and it said “two years later” and the black child actor suddenly turned biracial

I don’t even know what to say 

I find myself reverting to someone I never was. A feeling unburied by waves of nostalgic torment that hasn’t been a part of my life

I wanna curl up in a little ball and lock away the world, I don’t want to speak about what’s going or process a moment

Even while writing these very words I feel shaky and cold but something is trying to bring me comfort. I feel like I’ve been crying for years but I haven’t shed a tear

This is something I desperately need to rewatch the moment I can. I selfishly want a theater all to myself to let the screen speak to me and only me. I need this on in my room without any burden of the world

Whether this is what I’m supposed to feel or against I couldn’t tell you

Thank you Jane

Buried alive and suffocating to death, I am running out of time. What if I was someone else?

I think I was born bored
I think I was born blue
I think I was born wanting more
I think I was born already missing you