Everybody just doing their thing and SO GOOD.
Makes me miss Nina Simone and wonder how fucking amazing it would have been to hear Whitney Houston sing in her 70s.
ok brb crying in the corner
Is such an underrated love song. but
this line :
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you
OH GOD. isn’t this what love and all those love songs all about?
why am i such a pathetic love obsessed person WHY
sometimes I get sad but then the world does this and everything’s okay
it will inspire you again. why it is so invigorating to read reviews on television and movies i will never know. but sometimes some exceptional writers decide, instead of heading to the designated path of writing a book getting that typewriter and being mournfully alone to ensure that the proverbial block never stumbles your way, there are witty, and i say again highly exceptional people who instead chose to write for movies and television. panning out extensively and beautifully complex flawed characters in fiction blurring the lines of whats real what fantasy whats depiction whats inspiration. and then there are those who write about these mediums and characters and the writers. and here i am writing about them. writers who i cant help but love. cause they are so fucking brilliant.
this is for Alan Sepinwall