guys why is he so gender im gonna cry
boys are evil and don't appreciate art
it's absolutely soul crushing to share a piece of media with someone who doesn't appreciate it. i often find it difficult to connect with my younger brother without having shared media to discuss. so I finally showed him my favorite movie, dead poets society of course, and his reaction was to call Neil stupid and say that the overall film was "ok, kinda funny sometimes". meanwhile I had cried twice and was shaking and sobbing.
it's ok. he's not an artist. it didn't move him the way it moved me and it doesn't have to. and yet I find myself disappointed and upset that he'll never want to "carpe diem" or suck the marrow out of life. that he'll never let out a barbaric yawp or be good REALLY good.
i dunno. just thoughts
I think the most terrifying and devastating thing about Charlie's character arc is how quickly he became the defender, the hero, the fucking white knight. As soon as Neil was gone it was like he wanted to do EVERYTHING in his power to keep the others above water. No matter what.
It's like. You see this character where, the whole time, he has a cocky exterior, this evident facade—but despite that, it's so apparent that all that matters to him is his friends. And he doesn't know who he is, he doesn't know what he wants, but now one of them is gone—and his INNATE ROLE is to pick up the pieces. Because that's what he knows. In his eyes, it's his one and only value. Because if he can't be good for himself, he can be good for them.
And that's why his punishment earlier in the film gets me. Because he has to be okay. He has to keep himself from breaking. Because he's the brave one. If he breaks, they do too. It's because of that scene that everything he does at the end makes perfect sense. He was destined to fall. Just like Neil was.
Do you have any pets? And what's your favourite painting(s)?
I have a cat named Finnick (after the hunger games character lol) and we have a family dog, Kirby.
My favorite painting is probably the last supper? I'm not super educated when it comes to art, I wish I was. However I am FASCINATED by the crucifixion and everything leading up to it, despite not being super religious anymore. For a less grim answer I've always liked Degas' ballerinas.
Hey not to ruin anyone’s day but how long do you think Charlie stood by the edge of Todd’s bed, looking down at his peaceful sleeping form and steeling himself for the message he couldn’t delay forever? How long do you think he stood trying to give Todd just a little more time existing in a world that Neil was still in?
soap
Before my birth, there was a gamble
Weary walking through the brambles
All my life is all in shambles
My soup tastes like soap
I like writing silly things
She only sees the worst of me
Burning tears fall relentlessly
And my soup tastes like soap
Problems are unsolvable
I pretend responsible
Maybe I’m unlovable
And my soup still tastes like soap