well the main ones: twitter and IG. and sud life feels real again. the birds are chirping louder, the grass is greener, the sun on my skin feels more like a blessing than a bother.
oh my god. I went into this thinking yeah yeah fun pretty technicolour Powell & Pressburger postwar ballet film. and it is all of those things. but it is also PERFECT. dramatic and beautiful with queer and feminist overtones/undertones that are so exciting to identify in a 75 year old film and a plot that speaks to anyone caught between art and the conventions of love!! And it has a 17 minute hyperreal ballet sequence through the psyche! genuinely want to scream about it to everyone i’ve ever met
and not skipping!!! even super drunk or super tired I have to write my diary and it’s funny to read back because my handwriting is scrawled and all over the page. i have done it consistently for over a year now. it reminds me that the days that memories blur into one mass were actually distinct and lived second by second
I literally am not a vegan or even lactose intolerant but I think they put crack cocaine into vegan chocolate because it is so good. None of that horrible dry sticky mouth feeling you get after eating normal choc. Shoutout to these little guys at Easter
