zach snyder is so obsessed with men… but not in a gay way more like a watches joe rogan, reads mishima, listens to morriseys solo music, takes ivermectin, yells at the tv when while watching sports kind of way
lily chou chou is not just a singer, she is an idea. she is everywhere. she is every heartache, every moment of joy. every memory is marked by what album she put out, every lyric is a conversation you once had, every chord a moment shared. she is the foundation for the world these teenagers live in.
without lily, there is nothing. no love, no hope, no despair, no sadness. we attach ourselves to things so fickle, things that may…
we met on the first day of high school.
it was health class, first period. the class buzzed with students eager to find their seats. I sat down next to her. she told me she remembered me from elementary school (I didn’t, and I still don’t).
we quickly became friends, and so began freshman year. we started our own club and eventually made more friends. we spent the year studying, playing, messing around like normal kids.
sophomore year passed, as…
there are many versions of me.
there’s the me I show strangers, the me I show my mom, the me I show my dad, the me I show one friend, the me I show another.
then there’s online me. there’s tumblr me, letterboxd me, twitter me.
every time I remake, delete, refresh, etc. is like a rebirth; the internet providing us with the power to make or destroy an entire identity in the span of seconds.
there are infinite versions of…