i have never seen the struggle of figuring out love as a daughter—all the while trying to understand your relationship with your father—portrayed so accurately before. it just perfectly depicts the ostensible impossibility of it all
the confusion, the frustration, the heartache, the guilt, the excitement, the attachment, the resentment. the pit in your stomach because something just isn’t right
is something missing? is there something more? am i doing something wrong? did i do something wrong?
it’s never been something i’ve been able to fully describe
aftersun is that feeling