Alice

the kiss is death..

I think I forgot to breathe for the last twenty minutes. There is something terrifyingly beautiful about witnessing someone decide that being "great" is worth more than being happy. I'm struck by the sweat on the snare drum and the sheer, jagged desperation in Andrew’s eyes. It’s not really a movie about music to me; it’s a movie about the cost of a soul. Fletcher is a monster, but the tragedy is that he’s a monster who is right about what it takes to reach the stars. The ending isn't a triumph, it’s a car crash that sounds like a masterpiece. Pure, rhythmic adrenaline.

oh to be loved like this. anyway it makes it so much better that both of them had crush on one another fr