The way Mary begged Sam to open her heart so they could work on healing and then the moment lets them truly heal is literally her cutting her chest open and opening her own heart TO Sam. The way that the farmhouse that most of the movie takes place in is all at once a fabric workshop and a theater stage and a haunted house and the Red Room from Twin Peaks. The way that the answer to the question "is this a metaphor?" is fuck you

just the way Mother Mary looked at Sam when she said she hasn't listened to her music since their divorce falling out like... silently wanting to scream because she wrote those songs for you Sam every single one of those songs was for you. calling out to you, seeking you and you never listened a single one? not one word? the devastation that the root of her entire life's work was for nothing like... believing that if she just wrote the right song, toiled tirelessly then she could get her back. make amends. reach her finally but no song would ever fix it because she wasn't listening... god when that realization hits her it's just... GODDDD this movie just gets me.

impatiently waiting for more people of taste to watch mother mary so we can discuss the fantastic staging and how both sam and mary are babygirls. sam's doing so so SO well all she had to do was drastically alter her entire life and live on constant alert and become a hermit to find peace. mary's a songwriter who struggles to string a full sentence together if it involves expressing any of her own personal feelings. she's so bad at it that listening to the tie-in album is practically required in order to fully understand her beyond the obvious (gay gay homosexual gay)

It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

person of interest was so cool because that show absolutely hated the american government ... it was like, cops? all corrupt. the nsa? corrupt. the cia, most corrupt. congress? filthy. they left no branch spared. the deeper the show's mythology and conspiracy gets, the more corrupt the state becomes. they kill and kill and kill anyone who isn't a willing participant in the system. an agent is literally named Control because she is representative of the empire's need to imprison and conquer. carter starts off as a straight edge cop with a moral compass but slowly becomes more vigilante as time passes because the system she believes in is broken. reese's whole deal was that the cia used him and turned him into a heartless machine. and this was all on CBS network ... you got to hand it over to jonathan nolan.

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever