"i can't believe childhood is over."
"it was going to end one way or another. and what a happy end."
this film is a part of me now. i can feel it in me with every breath i take; with every beat of my heart. i don't think this melancholy tale of childhood and sisterhood and womanhood and sorrow and joy and pure kindness and love and nostalgia will ever fail to make tears silently stream down my face...there are…
i mean it completely unironically when i say that this movie is the visual manifestation of joy. i should've warned my friends about my tendency to violently sob all the way through slipping through my fingers...yeah i immediately texted my mom to tell her how much i love her what about it🙄
there's a scene in this film where a teenage girl's crush comes over to her house. he knows she likes him, so he immediately starts roughly touching her and they have sex. it's not exactly assault, but it's not really sex, either - she is stone-faced and unenthusiastic. the next day, she tells her friend about it and sorrowfully says "there's still my first kiss", and her friend leans over and gently kisses her - not a romantic kiss, but…
i can't wait to see enola run over a 19th century twink with her horse-drawn carriage
