Last Life in the Universe
I love how this movie is based around a love story, yet the two barely say a word to each other. It's just known. The awkwardness and the silence is just affection. Oh my god, what a good movie. It’s calm and slow-paced and you have to fill in the vacant dialogue and tangible adoration. The plot is simple and basically non-existent. The girl is crazy and the boy is suicidal, yet the whole vibe of the movie makes everyone sane. It is sososo quiet, like eerily quiet, like that place in your head that you escape to after residing in this obsessive and chaotic world.
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In other news, a boy that rode my bus in high school died from alcohol poisoning. I never really knew him, and when I first read the obituaries I wasn't empathic or heartbroken. But I am now. I think it's the fact that he's supposed to be nineteen today, and yet he's eternally trapped in eighteen. Sometimes I visualize myself warping back to that one day when his arm was around me; I would tell him to sleep all day and all night on December 18th so he can wake up and get out of being eighteen.