“i stopped being scared about whether you were gonna be ok a long time ago. do you know why? because of you, because you made me brave. and if you could just see yourself how i see you, which is how you are - how you really are, how you always have been - i swear to god you wouldn’t be scared either.”
i don’t think i realized how badly this film is needed the first time i watched it.…
“are you happy i came here?”
“i would kiss you if i could.”
first love is the most fragile thing in the entire world. it exists alongside eggshells and eyelashes and counting your footsteps in the middle of the night, but it’s also almost entirely made up of subtleties, of the most infinitesimal moments and glances that only two people in the entire world will ever take note of or remember.
first love exists in the wide expanse between “because…
everyone in this movie is hot. cary grant topless? hot. katharine hepburn in a suit? hot. katharine hepburn in a dress? hot. brian aherne in an ascot constantly asking katharine hepburn if she wants some tea? hot.
john barrymore and carole lombard screaming at each other is music to my ears
I can’t stop thinking about what it would’ve meant for 14 year old me to see this film - to see kayla stumble through her sentences and struggle to make eye contact and have a panic attack in the bathroom before a pool party - to know that I wasn’t alone even when I felt like no one in the whole world had ever felt what I was feeling. for that, my 14 year old awkard self, along with my 23 year old just as awkard self, wants to say a huge thank you thank you thank you to bo burnham 💗
every other harry potter movie: who are you?
prisoner of azkaban: I’m you but stronger
