I like things, and I cry about them. I do this a lot, and you'll know it because I like to tell the world when I do (i.e. "ugly crying" or "sobbing").
I really don't know who allowed me on the internet, but it has generally been regarded as a bad move and everyone regrets it.
Looks like tonight is “Sami watches movies where sex might be a central theme” night.
Swimming Pool was really good but I’m actually a little scared for The Human Contract and someone should probably hold me.
Oh my God.
You, and your beard, and your face, and your talent.
Kill me.
- I’m dying
- I literally slept with a plastic bag and a box of kleenex in the drawer next to my bed and kept waking up needing to blow my nose
- IT’S SUMMER. THIS SHIT SHOULDN’T BE HAPPENING.
- I have a job interview to go to, and another on Saturday, and a music festival to attend,
- This is not okay
- Also
- I get on tumblr, first thing I see: new Bourne Legacy trailer.
- Frothfrothfroth
A Promise | Alan Silvestri
You know how some movies we love, but we have no idea why?
The movies that make us cry until our eyes run dry, and hurt in ways only those who know the deepest confines of your soul could; the movies that know us.
That’s how I feel about movies like Neo-Ned, and Imaginary Heroes, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Movies that I know, with absolute certainty, will make me sob the entire time. Not cry, not weep, sob.
Loudly.
With sound effects.
And yet, I continue to watch these movies, time and time again, torturing and calming myself at the same time. Because movies like these, as much as they may hurt, provide a strange comfort.
In times when I come down with the sort of blues not even I understand, these movies are like a warm cup of tea during a bad bout of the flu: they soothe.
FUCK YOU JEREMY RENNER, FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH A NEO-NAZI SKINHEAD.
I’M JEWISH, THESE THINGS AREN’T ACCEPTABLE.
I’m sobbing. And I’m probably going to watch this again tomorrow. Because I’m a masochist and because this movie was actually beautiful.
I just spent the entire movie smiling at Ned, he was this adorable guy who just wanted to belong, so he tried his hand at neo-nazism, but falls in love with Rachel, who’s black and thinks she’s possessed by Hitler.
It’s just so ridiculous, but it works in the most wonderful of ways.
And then my heart got ripped out and I can’t find it HEART WHERE DID YOU GO.
WELL APPARENTLY THE LIST OF AWESOME THINGS I DON’T KNOW ABOUT JUST GOES ON AND ON DOESN’T IT.
THAT’S IT, I’M KILLING MYSELF.
RIGHT AFTER I WATCH THIS.
This isn’t one of those stupid pictures with stupid captions people on here are always reblogging for me to make fun of later.
This is a screenshot of Mancora, a movie whose description doesn’t do it justice, making it seem like a half-assed attempt at another “journey of self discovery” movie with sex in to keep viewers interested.
This is not so. I started this movie because I was bored and I wanted something to fall asleep to; not even 10 minutes in, I was in love with it.
Although it does have sex in it, it actually serves a purpose to the story, it’s not just there to keep people watching. It accentuates how people lose themselves in whatever way they can when trying to avoid dealing with problems, some more extremely than others.
The whole “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” thing, applies to everything, especially movies, and this is a glaring example of this.
This movie is beautiful, and I’m probably going to end up watching it five more times by the end of the month.
EVERYONE WATCH THIS I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T LIKE FOREIGN MOVIES.
I just whispered “BAAAAAAAAAAAAABE” really intensely to a photoset of Clint Eastwood.
“…family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.”
if cartoons can wear the same clothes everyday then so can i
