you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
"they should teach media literacy in schools" english class "they should teach students how to spot misinformation" it's english class "they should teach kids critical thinking" it's called english class
“I want you to do this with me for one month. One month. Write 10 observations a week and by the end of four weeks, you will have an answer. Because when someone writes about the rustic gutter and the water pouring through it onto the muddy grass, the real pours into the room. And it’s thrilling. We’re all enlivened by it. We don’t have to find more than the rustic gutter and the muddy grass and the pouring cold water.”
— Marie Howe, Boston University’s 2016 Theopoetics Conference
something that's so good abt jennifers body is that it's built up entirely on honesty followed by joke. honesty followed by deflection. honesty followed by pop culture joke. and all of this builds up until the end of the movie, when jennifer jokes away her death saying "my tit" and needy corrects her. no. your heart. stop joking. stop deflecting. you were my best friend and I killed you. there's no looking away from this