god, what happened to me?
have i always been this way?
* RECS OF THE MONTH *
* RECS OF THE MONTH *
MARCH
songs Adrienne Lenker
2020
Nobody croons like Lenker, I swear. They’re a huge reason as to why Big Thief shines (no shade, no tea) but stripped down to the basics as they are here? Breathtaking, soulful. anything deserves its hit status, catchy and relevant to seemingly anyone with a love. two reverse and forwards beckon rebound are so unique in their ability to feel like an amalgamation of all kinds of folk, appealing to anybody with even a modicum of granola traits. And of course, how could I forget the crown gem that is not a lot, just forever; both a declaration and demand for all love for all time from that one place that acts like a prism for all wavelengths of emotion, concentrating it into something so goddamn sweet you can’t help but sing as if each lyric sounds like their name.
And you want it so bad.
But its not there anymore.
dir. Ang Lee Brokeback Mountain‍ ‍
2005
Undeniably, this is a queer film, released, rather bravely, at time in which western sentiments (mostly USA, YEE-HAW) weren’t fond of or even ready for a “gay cowboy” movie. And that is a layered shame. For partaking in the erasure of both visibility, and a really, really great film. Perhaps even an all-timer in romantic cinema. A series of moments in American lives, saturated with quiet yearning and stunning vistas, all while time carries on, carving an unjust valley between two beautifully flawed men. Gyllenhaal and Ledger are forces of nature, a duet not yet replicated, and perhaps never will be. Ang Lee is just a fucking master at weaving scenes together like narrative silk, gifting the viewer with a fleeting sense of comfort. Upon every rewatch, I am (obviously, if you know me) brought to tears, not by the tragedy of it all, but by the enormity of love on screen; A presence universally felt and understood, both when in our possession and in its absence. My heart aches and I am grateful for it, for its capability to feel so, so much, no matter how much time passes. Often we find ourselves magnetized to the thought of something, somewhere, someone, maybe all of it, and we carry it, an act of unconditional love, like protecting the flame of a wick from a hurricane.
I fecking LOVE this GAY cowboy movie.
FUCK ICE :)
here’s a link to legally fight ice
(hypothetically, in minecraft, do what you gotta to stop fascists!)