classic rock obsessed femcel
every movie i log on here makes me cry
not only was this entire thing beautiful in theme and in visual representation, but it presented the story with the right pace for us to get to know the characters and ultimately, at least for me, as always, get attached.
from yet another film, i am made speechless. and on the other hand i could probably talk about this for days on end...this shit made my heart drop out of my chest and i would love to see it again one day
also wtf josh hartnett and hayden??
i was not expecting this film to make me feel so many things nor was i expecting to like it so much but i think i will forever hold it close to my heart.
i cried, i cried, and i cried. from, for example, observing the contrasting forms of human nature, between the absolute cruelty of some to the overwhelming, or at times, basic, kindness of others.
i'm just truly, truly blown away and i don't know what else to…
today was the day i was proud of my broad nose and big lips. my brown skin and my nappy hair. my west african heritage and femininity. seeing those strong dArK-skinned wakandan warriors on that movie screen today really, not to sound cliche, empowered me. represenation fricking matters. and when the African drums started, a chill went down my spine, when the people of wakanda who were standing on the rocks started chanting "t'challa, t'challa, t'challa, t'challa!", i started crying.…
happy 20th moulin rouge!
all i know is that idk what i was expecting, but it wasn't that. when i started to cry as christian began ranting about love i knew i would well, love, this movie.
from the very beginning, when i was literally like "this is the definition of sensory overload" and "this is what it's like in my head sometimes!" i just could not stop smiling and laughing. i haven't had this much fun watching a movie…