tell me a story? 💕
25 <33 precious little they/he
The last third of this movie was a derranged gringo fever dream, if my boyfriend did that I’d wanna die, oh my god id wanna die. Do not kill the cringe, or the part that cringes, just kill whatever white integrationist shit thought interrupting a major life milestone is akin to care instead of imposition. Bitch then shows up in Gucci like lmao my family has never been able to travel home to see their people but I’m off with…
bored the ever living shit out of me, felt no stakes, disliked all the characters
all female characters were made into sex objects then called slurs for it. and “little girl forced to grow too fast” ( + written by a man!) may be my least favorite character trope. They’re always “valiantly” suffering trauma and “wisely” agreeing with all the misogynistic takes around them, makes me wanna barf 🤟
Idk I’m too gay, havent been consuming art by normative men…
“operatic” doesn’t mean good.
violently shuddered a dozen + times at the body and voice of Adam Driver, of which i am forced to see so much of, some of the worst things I’ve seen in a while, thirsty for awards, irony poisoned aesthetic without any of the wit, wants us to forgive its terrible writing cause it calls itself a musical while providing no musical enjoyment, gestures to being operatic but nothing about it would make it a good…
parents thought whatever i was back when i had another name could be contagious, so they wouldn’t let their children play with me. panic attacks started when i became convinced people would rather I didn't exist. if they knew who i was (what i am), “Mr Anderson”, they’d say as I told them my name, “Mr Anderson,” and shoot me the chest. adults tried to convince me that I was dreaming this up (sometimes quite literally), that i needed to…