feel like pure shit just wanna go back to the night of november 21, 2008 to see edward cullen's face, huge for the first time again

the way roger deakins, george mackay, and thomas newman misconstructed and redefined what it meant to convey and obtain the concupiscent anomalistic clearance showing us that idiosyncrasy is ebulliently inevitable while simultaneously and continuously substantiating the superiority of men

snuggled with my sick doggy after eating thanksgiving dinner (chinese takeout), turned on the tv, flipped through the channels, and saw that the Showtime premiere of 1917 was about to start in 4 minutes so what was i gonna do? say no?

1917 - 917 = 1000th review
(was trying to decide what movie would be my 1000th review but the movie gods decided for me i guess)

the heart in question is mine.. and the culprit?? 💓michael redgrave💓

robert pattinson: giant balls! tiny cock! huehehehe

me: academy award!

riz [to jake]: have we met before?
me: YES ISSA NIGHTCRAWLER REUNION UP IN THIS BITCH! 🎉🍾