Whiplash

After watching this a second time, it’s become clear to me just how much talk “therapy” is an overrated joke. On the other hand, JK Simmons physically abusing me & calling me a faggot, that’d be where the real healing begins. Whiplash is the kind of movie that makes me want to perfect a skill, to reach a higher potential than I’d thought possible for myself. To excel & dominate. To endure intense hardship & come out a diamond. To rise again pure from within the pooling of my own blood. To be forged in flames. Fletcher was absolutely a fucking cunt. But Andrew wouldn’t have reached such heights without the onslaught of overpowered torment constantly taunting him to overcome the absolute worst. Fuck yeah, my dude.