this is fefu, and she won’t stop hitting. she meows really pathetic while she does it too. it’s like she wants something but she can’t articulate what that something is, which is honestly pretty relatable. just a tiny creature, yelling at god, demanding a pleasure she can’t define.
she wants to hang out with you so badly. her love for you is pure and unconditional and each scratch and meow is her screaming how much you mean to her
i’m not sure if the brutalist was actually as good as it felt- but i’m a sucker for an experience, and seeing a movie in 70mm at the music box with my very own mr.movies (josh), was a soul salve I didn’t know I needed. and WOWEE KAWZOWEEE what a freaking credit sequence?? the SYNTHS? the BOLD TYPOGRAPHY? i’ve been playing la bionda’s “one for you, one for me” every day since.
