
i have just had my childhood cat put down. i’ve spent a lot of time over the years watching films in my bedroom, with her curled up with me. of all those films, this one was the only one it ever seemed like she was actually watching with me. this and amberlynn reid lore videos, but i can’t log those on letterboxd. at present it feels like a huge, gaping loss, and i don’t know how to carry on like normal, because she’s always been there, every day for the last eighteen years. this felt like the only right choice today. *sleep tight ellie*

These men make my skin crawl. While this is a solid entry point, the documentary only scratches the surface. For anyone looking to learn more about these sorts of men, I’d really recommend Laura Bates’ book, “*Men who hate women”*.

my heart aches for all of those currently suffering in similar ways, that won’t be as lucky as chris gardner

watching paint dry would be more interesting than this