indi || 25 || she/they
for sale: lofty nature, never bent
hmm i debated about whether or not to share this because it’s quite personal but! who cares! the internet is only forever.
i sometimes get terrible panic attacks from being in a cinema - it’s a residual thing from a few years ago and i’ve learnt that unfortunately i can’t really control it. it’s slowly improved over time but every so often i sit down and just as the lights darken my heart rate doubles and i become hyper aware…
what if i should fall asleep and slip under?
(i was asked to write on the mud bath scene & i figured that, since i am an orbiting member of the Letterboxd Women Who Post Stupid Jokes Instead of """Real Reviews""" community, i might as well post it as an actual review. eat me.)
arriving abruptly at approximately the centre of the film, the mud bath scene is surprisingly brief. probably only a couple of minutes long, it's nonetheless so delicately…
you: george lucas can’t write dialogue
me, absolutely tearing myself apart with hysterical laughter after witnessing c3po’s disembodied head look sadly at his body and say “i’m beside myself” in a dejected tone: you fools. you absolute lowbrow heathens. how could you not understand the depth of this message