i rewatched 20th century women and remembered why it took me so long to rewatch it. i know it too well. it was filmed in my hometown and the director went to high school with my parents. santa barbara, 1979. it feels so familiar. almost like i remember it. i watch it and know exactly where every scene was filmed. it looks like every picture i've ever seen of my parents' adolescence. i recognize it viscerally because my life carries the remainders of theirs #myfalsememories

something about an aging millennial 😍

we're closing the cafe early today and boss is taking us to the beach. i think she's gonna bring the surfboard. we're gonna set up near the burger shack and she's gonna buy us lunch. yayy

overwhelming gratitude for my recovery as i eat my gorgeous chile relleno burrito alone in the park on this warm summer evening

the spectre of the brooklyn hipster looms large

i watched blue film a few days ago. haven't been so moved by a film in quite some time. the mountain lion picture i just reblogged reminded me of a scene where hank is laying in bed with his eyes closed, and alex whispers, "you look so innocent."

why are people who identify as "creatives" unfailingly the least creative and most annoying people i've ever met