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"I'll stay with him!"Razumikhin exclaimed. "I shan't turn my back on him for a second, and to hell with all those guests of mine, let them climb up and down the walls if they want to!"

Razzy please you're too pure. An angel on earth

I love it when characters who are romantic partners don't have to live together.

I love it when characters who are romantic partners don't have a traditional domestic relationship.

I love it when characters who are romantic partners are part of one another's lives in nontraditional ways.

I love it when characters who are romantic partners show their love in ways outside of a stereotypical understanding of romance.

I love it when characters who are romantic partners refuse to change their relationship to suit what other people think that kind of relationship should look like.

I don’t think I am physically able to put, A Little Life, Jude St. Francis, into words of how he makes me feel.

I’m reading a lot of people who are angry at Jude for k-lling himself in the end: and then there are people who are angry the way he was written, which was Jude’s belief of “I deserve this pain” and “no, I won’t go to someone who will help me.” And let me just cast in my 12 cents.

Jude believed that he deserved to be hurt and should pay for his “badness” by punishing himself. He was told at a young child that he was wrong, bad, wicked, over and over by people he believed where good and were their to take care of him, example? Brother Luke.

But why didn’t Jude stop? Even after he was hold he was good and kind, why did Jude believe he would keep hurting himself? Simple, he believed that it was just who he was and how he was to be treated. I’ll explain, when someone is raised to believe that they are the best, and that they should get everything they want and everyone should do everything in their power to get them what they want. And when you tell that person they need to be humble, they are going to tell you off and continue in there ways and thinking. Jude is the same way, he was told he was wrong, and everyone else who was trying to tell him he was good, he wouldn’t believe them. He couldn’t allow himself to believe it because he saw love as a lie.

He believed that hurting himself was just part of him, something he had to do. Like brushing your teeth and taking out the trash, he had to hurt himself because it was who he believed he was. It was his identity. And he was afraid that if he took away that self loathing and self hatred, he wouldn’t know who he was.

And that’s where William comes in. William helped him understand who Jude was. Something to be loved, and cared for, something to want to come home too. Sure Harold also showed him this, but it wasn’t the same relationship. William loved Jude without reason, but Jude believed that Harold loved him like one would love a puppy. You bought the puppy, therefore you must take care of it. But this does not mean that Jude didn’t see Harold love for him, he couldn’t see why or how he could be loved from a Father relationship.

William proved to Jude that no matter what he did, William would be there. William wanted Jude to be better, William took steps to making sure Jude was getting better, William set up healthy walls to tell Jude to fix himself, seek help and to take care of himself. And with William help, Jude gave himself a new identity. He was not completely whole, but he was seeing himself of something deserving of love, and to be cared for. And when William died, Jude lost that part of himself. Jude couldn’t see himself of someone deserving of love because that one person who he believed could loved him with all his scars and walls down was gone.

Even with everyone around Jude telling him that he is loved, he couldn’t believe it, or had a hard time believing it because it was all words to him. He saw their actions as something he should be angry at because they were made out of sympathy and not out of love. And even at the end of the book where we see Jude get better and start taking the necessary steps to getting better he still died in the end.

And that is what is the biggest pill to swallow in the end. At the end of the book, we all fell in love with Jude. Each of us grieved for him, I cried harder over his death and mourned for Jude harder than I have ever wept for someone I knew personally. In the end, Jude still died. And for this reason, I can’t put what this book makes me feel into words. This book makes me feel that I need to go in a room all alone and just stare into the stars and wait till my body is ready to keep on breathing.

As a person who chronically wants to end their own existence I saw myself in Jude. I saw his pain, his sufferings and understood why he believed he was “made for pain” or “made to suffer.” And this is the same lie I was telling myself for years, I said it so much that it never accorded to me that I deserved anything else until someone showed me the reason why I should be loved. But Jude died believing that people saw him as a burden. And I don’t have a response for that. Other than just unending tears.

"You and I are perfect for each other. Never believe anything else."

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Messi the Dog as Snoop in Anatomie d’une chute (2023) dir. Justine Triet

I think one of the reasons this film resonated with many of us (or maybe it’s just me) is the fact that those of us who crave beauty in the most ordinary things want to spend our lives in a similar manner. In a time where hustling is a desired facet of one’s personality, the movie emphasizes a slow life. An enjoyable life. For those of us who want to stop and stare at the beautiful sunset/sunrise and feel content, we are trying to be part of the beauty too, in ways which we are familiar with. Capturing modest pictures that we find beautiful, treating this little life we were gifted so preciously, leaving little space for extravagance, and looking forward to a quiet life; making the most of those small moments we have for ourselves, contemplating the few books and films we’ve consumed in our lifetime, wishing we lived inside a Ghibli movie, treating life with respect.

We watched the repetitive moments earnestly because, like Hirayama, we too loved watching the leaves sway, light scattering through their gaps, and the dappled shadows, even if it was through a screen, a smile creeping onto our faces whenever Hirayama found a sight worth smiling for.

A lifetime spent searching for beautiful things is a beautiful matter in itself. Noticing the countless crevices on tree barks, recognizing the pattern of veins on a leaf when held up against the sun, feeling the warmth of a sunny day — the more you pay attention, the more these moments find you. We try to embrace love and be engulfed by it; sometimes we lose, and other times we win.

I first heard the word ‘Komorebi’ (木漏れ日) in a Radwimps song, and even without knowing its meaning, I found it very beautiful and would sing that word multiple times. Now that I know what it means, I realize that the real beauty is always there; it’s us who change in ways we couldn’t have predicted.

Omfg I love this scene so much. I did not expect Eun-yu to headbutt him at all. I really liked her character during seasons 2 and 3.

"What are you doing? I don't know. What should we do? What do you want to do? You crazy bastard!"

Sweet Home Season 3 스위트홈 시즌3 (2024) // Episode 1

christopher nolan did such an exceptional job at making the audience feel the tension and horror during the trinity test sequence even though we already knew the outcome and what it meant when they realized that the bomb actually works

Y'all, I just watched the Babadook on Netflix and I took from it a message I probably wasn’t intended to. Slight spoilers below.

With everything Amelia deals with, the depression from her losses, and everything that came with the Babadook, I could relate.

I don’t have a literal demon inside or around me, but when I look at it from the perspective that Amelia was dealing with significant mental illness, it makes sense to me. You can’t get rid of the Babadook, of mental illness.

But you can live with it. You can learn to control it, overpower it. To see the symptoms of mental illness flare up like the Babadook did and scream in its face to f*ck off.

Mental illness is like the Babadook. It can scare you, bring you horrifying hallucinations and prevent sleep and cause you to hurt the people you love because you can’t project the hatred you feel for something invisible onto anything that isn’t invisible. It brings you voices and the more you deny it, the stronger it becomes.

But like the Babadook, mental illness can be controlled. It can be kept on a leash and treated like what it is - a burden. It can be handled and it can be weathered through.

I don’t know how many others like me will see this and relate, but all I can say is that when your symptoms flare up and present themselves in a scary way, treat them like the Babadook. Don’t let them into your head and don’t let them make you feel like you have to be hopeless. Like you have to be afraid and tell yourself ‘It’s not real’ even if you don’t believe it.

Look those symptoms in the face like Amelia did the Babadook and scream. Even mentally, even out loud. Scream. Tell it to f*ck off, and tell it that YOU’RE the boss, and that sure, you’re afraid. You cry. You show fear and emotion. But that’s because you’re not afraid to do that. To expose your vulnerability to this thing and still be able to roar at it. To shrink it down to size and control it.

Idk, I’m sorry for this rant. But I just connect to this movie. My mental illness doesn’t define or control me. It’s the Babadook. I may not be able to get rid of it, but I’ll be damned if I let it hurt me or those I love. I can live just fine with it.

If you relate to this or know someone who will, could you pretty please reblog this?