“What You Eat Represents Your Social Status. It Has Nothing To Do With Love.” HUNGER (2023) Dir.

House of Hummingbird 벌새 (2018)

just watched dear ex (2018) for the second time and as i was expecting it is actually becoming my favorite movie. ever. i mean this movie is just sooooo good i love everything about it from the colors to the dialogues wouldn't change a thing the acting is on point (mainly the mom) i love more tha everything the colors here i don't speak cinema language but y'all are getting my point i mean yeah this movie is everything !!!!!! andddd i could notice some new details i'd missed in my first watch and i feel like every new time i watch to it i will find some new details or/and pay more attention to an scene or a dialogue that i didn't really think it was important etc etc anyways watching dear ex 64829199 times just like i did w eternal sunshine of the spotless mind byee

THE STRONGEST HAVE THE GREATEST MANSPREADS

Nanami deserved to be happy...🩵🪽

I love this film sm 💚

誰先愛上他的 | DEAR EX 2008 | dir. Mag Hsu, Hsu Chih-yen

*a male and female character have a nice close platonic relationship that doesn't indicate any romance at all*

Me: Oh I am HERE for this!

*whoops, they fell in love*

Me: I'll be on my way.

Y'all, I just watched the Babadook on Netflix and I took from it a message I probably wasn’t intended to. Slight spoilers below.

With everything Amelia deals with, the depression from her losses, and everything that came with the Babadook, I could relate.

I don’t have a literal demon inside or around me, but when I look at it from the perspective that Amelia was dealing with significant mental illness, it makes sense to me. You can’t get rid of the Babadook, of mental illness.

But you can live with it. You can learn to control it, overpower it. To see the symptoms of mental illness flare up like the Babadook did and scream in its face to f*ck off.

Mental illness is like the Babadook. It can scare you, bring you horrifying hallucinations and prevent sleep and cause you to hurt the people you love because you can’t project the hatred you feel for something invisible onto anything that isn’t invisible. It brings you voices and the more you deny it, the stronger it becomes.

But like the Babadook, mental illness can be controlled. It can be kept on a leash and treated like what it is - a burden. It can be handled and it can be weathered through.

I don’t know how many others like me will see this and relate, but all I can say is that when your symptoms flare up and present themselves in a scary way, treat them like the Babadook. Don’t let them into your head and don’t let them make you feel like you have to be hopeless. Like you have to be afraid and tell yourself ‘It’s not real’ even if you don’t believe it.

Look those symptoms in the face like Amelia did the Babadook and scream. Even mentally, even out loud. Scream. Tell it to f*ck off, and tell it that YOU’RE the boss, and that sure, you’re afraid. You cry. You show fear and emotion. But that’s because you’re not afraid to do that. To expose your vulnerability to this thing and still be able to roar at it. To shrink it down to size and control it.

Idk, I’m sorry for this rant. But I just connect to this movie. My mental illness doesn’t define or control me. It’s the Babadook. I may not be able to get rid of it, but I’ll be damned if I let it hurt me or those I love. I can live just fine with it.

If you relate to this or know someone who will, could you pretty please reblog this?

I feel like everyone around me LOVES arguing and I’m sick of it

The thing about Wes Anderson's films is that I don't always connect with the stories he is telling, but by fucking god do I appreciate the craftmanship that went into making them.