"In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of.
But I also felt your absence."
a romance of clandestine lovers; the reality of the pain and the yearning and the poetry of the love and the lust. the scene of the arguement, about halfway through: héloïse and marianne speak about how love feels when it's lifeless, hopeless; is it made up of fleeting moments that lack truth, or a deep, visceral collection of emotions that lasts? the answer to that…
“you’re my own personal brand of heroin”
transcends it's status of being "so bad it's good" because this shit is actually good, some of y'all are just pretentious losers. the correct term is camp. it's camp. that blue/grey tint that enchants everything, the insane writing that comes off as both sexually awkward and gorgeously inane resulting in the perfect adaptation of a YA novel (catherine deserves accolades for managing to translate a book into video without sacrificing any quirks that made…
"I'm not opposed to it"
"I'm not opposed to it either"
"kissing someone?"
"kissing you."
cute. so cute that it's actually annoying & and i love how happy i feel watching something dumb & happy. it's a gay utopia; a haven where everything is good - there's no hate in the world, there's no urgency. somewhere where right now you just wanna kiss the person you love, talk about anything, be wholly you. somewhere where the closet doesn't exist; just words.
rowan…
"some day soon i am just gonna disappear, and you won't have any idea what happened to me."
watched the way jane intended: curled up in bed with the screen 3 inches away from my face drifting in & out of sleep feeling so miserable & lifeless i might cry
