Fun, and absolutely aware of it, the music from this group of five men taps into a playfulness that transcends age.
Veckatimest manages to feel undone and wandering, and in the gap between perfection and laxity comes this gorgeous record.
I read all of Nothing but the Dead and Dying in one huge gulp.
This week I want to bring some new loves to you that I’m just getting into, not fully married to just yet, but engaged with, if you will.
I am always very hesitant to use the term Mary Sue – it’s so gendered, so often used to attack female characters for traits admired in male ones.
Restraint, if you can swing it, is a beautiful thing.
Clearly in the lovestruck early stages of an infatuation, our lovely ladies are just beaming out with the most pure, most virginal love comprised of some amalgamation of sunshine, smiles, rainbows, and dreams that would rival any neon train wreck from the mind of beloved Lisa Frank.
I wish this hadn’t been Leo’s year to win the Best Actor Oscar, because Eddie Redmayne is so heartbreakingly good in this movie, I can’t handle it.
Here we get to be as loud as we want, scream out the shittiness of not loving someone anymore, of becoming boring in someone else’s heart.
There’s something particularly marvelous in reading a book about an actual time and an actual art movement in which the female figures come naturally to the fore.