thi s is who ive betrothed my virginity to

PRECIOUS BABY WHO LOOKS 100X CUTER IN PERSYN/MOTION ;-; 

i only watch movies for cute boys idk why im stressin'

i just saw sympathy for lady vengeance n im warming up to park chan-wooks approach/he did a lot of rly interesting things cinematically (esp. in the first half/very end) but like w stoker its not rly "satisfying" :////. like u can tell if took cues from japanese vengeance movies of the 70s from toie and the like but its rly not a film in a similar vein & i need 2 rewatch it again w that in mind. park chan-wook never adheres to any rules of "genre" and the fact that these films are marketed as "vengeance" skews how theyre viewed cus that seems to be just the backdrop of them rather than the focus. which in good movies it should be!! or at least more complex. i just dont think he explored either the vengeance or personal sides as deeply as he could've.

Sticking to my film viewing principles is rly hard - the hardest part of judging movies is that you always end up a hypocrite, which I really don't want to be. The hardest part about judging anything is I don't have my "likes" set in stone so it's not even a case of "I don't know what it is, but I didn't like it." I want to know what it is so I can assure myself I'm not being unfair. I try to refrain mostly from sharing my views on art w/ others bcs in some way I feel I'm always going to be unfair, but I realize how stupid and stunting that is bcs when it comes to artistic perception there's rly no such thing as the "truth". I'm trying to share more but the more I share the more hypocritical I feel, the more aware I am of my own contradictions.

i love humid nights w a full moon where you can go walking down the sidewalk barefoot in shorts and a sweater and hear the crickets all around it reminds me of summer and being young and eating mashed potatoes out a giant pot sitting on the curb w my best friend talking openly about my first crush ever and truly thinking something might actually come from it

"Have you had to work hard?" she asked softly. 

"Always," he said. 

"I have always been idle," she said. "I was rich." 

"I was poor," he almost echoed. 

"The rich and the poor are met together," she began, and he finished: 

"The Lord is the Maker of them all." 

"Yes," she said slowly, "and how foolish our human distinctions seem--now," looking down to the great dead city stretched below, swimming in unlighted shadows. 

"Yes--I was not--human, yesterday," he said. 

She looked at him. "And your people were not my people," she said; "but today--" She paused. 

. . . 

"Death, the leveler!" he muttered. 

"And the revealer," she whispered gently, rising to her feet with great eyes. 

- The Comet, W.E.B. Du Bois