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  • The Dark Room

    The Dark Room


    in the prime of my childhood, i grew up on an island. a small, little Texas coast island where the water was murky and brown and the waves weren't significant. i remember my dad loved to walk on the beach at night, he would take me often. i would run, maybe, gallop or skip. sometimes we would have long conversations, our lifetimes-apart neuroses mingling, taking joy in understanding each others company. and hope, lots of hope. more often than not…

  • Romance


    This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

    "Is nymphomania destroying yourself because you choose the man who doesn't love you?
    I don't want to sleep with men.
    I want to be opened up all the way.
    When you can see that,
    the mystique is nothing but raw meat, the woman is dead!
    Maybe I really want to meet Jack The Ripper.
    He'd certainly dissect a woman like me."

    Stumbling through a neighborhood, sobbing, I called the man I loved. "I was raped." Confessing that to him in…

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  • Ocean's Eleven

    Ocean's Eleven


    "dudes rock o'clock" -dru

  • The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It

    The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It


    i love a beautifully choreographed film, a melodrama. the light passing through windows reminds me of stage play. bright spotlights bleeding into bare bones settings. actors stationed at opposite ends of frame, communicating emphatically and with gusto. this movie is about Lorraine and i'm almost inclined to call it a "woman's picture." a southern gothic one at that. people fainting and gasping and sweating and breathing heavily. jumping, screaming, suicide! she's leading a case of witchcraft, while navigating her husband's…

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  • Magnolia


    I needed to write this and express these thoughts and events from the past few days. It's a mess and not worth the read, but I just had to.

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    He gave her the same roses he first gave me. A bouquet filled with baby's breath and soft deep red petals that laid in perfect pattern against each other. Except this time he was giving them to a tattooed writer in Brooklyn instead of a girl with scars…

  • Midsommar



    would call this "dogshit" but that would be an insult to dogshit