HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL: THE MUSICAL: THE SERIES | 4x04 – Trick or Treat
Sound of Metal (2019) dir. Darius Marder
I COULD HAVE REALLY LOVED YOU, BY TRACEY EMIN 2011
everything can be very precious to me if I let it
adhd tip you can replace a “meal” with up to 3 hours of “the app” but watch out
okay done 👍 why am i hurts
you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
if i was orpheus i just wouldn't have turned around lol
just went and got eurydice. this is so easy
um. awfully quiet in this tunnel.
1x06 > 2x03 > 3x05 > 3x08
It is too easy to go back to all that has been
fleabag's fourth wall breaks being a metaphor for dissociation, and her doing them every scene EXCEPT when she has sex with the priest where she physically shoves away the camera. it being the first time in the entire show where she's fully present in the moment... poetic cinema.
i can’t explain why but “i love you” / “it’ll pass” is genuinely one of the most comforting pieces of dialogue i’ve ever come across. the context is deliberately sad, the hot priest is walking away from fleabag, choosing religion over love [“oh i don’t know what this feeling is” / “is it god or is it me?”] and it’s SICK because he loves her too [ “i can’t have sex with you because i’ll fall in love with you and if i fall in love with you, i won’t burst into flames, but my life will be fucked”] but like. it’s not a “sad ending” for the sake of being sad and realistic or an unreasonably happy ending preaching love and forever ever-afters. it doesn’t villainize or glorify the concept of love or people. it’s simply speaking the truth in the simplest of words. you’re in love with me and it’s going to make you miserable but it’ll pass. the pain will lessen and that ache in your chest will fade till it’s tolerable. you’ll laugh more often. soon it’ll be easier to get up in the mornings. this is a law, a rule, a fact. no matter how precious that pain is, how inescapable- it’ll pass. even though he’s the hot priest and she’s fleabag and they’re so obviously made to be happily in love w each other- it’ll still pass. it’s how we’re built- to persevere, to survive, to break and be okay again.
but at least the war is over