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“See, when you bring people to a place they’ve never been before, and they realize they’ve finally made it, it’s this look on their faces that makes it all worthwhile”

“How do they look?”

“Well, they look like the whole world has new possibilities. It’s a certain look. I know it when I see it”

“That look, that look there. Sherpaaa”

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Good luck with the camp!

seiseki football club aka #tsukushitsukamotoprotectionsquad

THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FORM OF MEDIA I HAVE EVER CONSUMED LIKE FUCK BITCH FUCK EVERY OTHER MOVIE THE FALL WHO BINCH SHORT TERM 12 WHO BINCH WHIPLASH WHO BINCH THIS IS THE MOST INCREDIBLE MOVIE I’VE EVER SEEN SHOOT MY ASS CLEAN OFF MICHAEL TRULY WAS OUT FOR MY BLOOD WITH THIS MOVIE

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I am QUOTING MYSELF because I am pretty sure I still can’t say much of anything about September Girls other than what I tweeted about it.

Still, I tried, for work, and this is what the WORD newsletter said I thought about it: “Nothing about Bennett Madison’s sun-soaked story it as it seems – not the small town where its narrator, Sam, spends his summer; not the Girls, mysterious and blonde, who are all drawn to Sam; not the things that are strange about the Girls, like why they name themselves things like Nalgene and watch game shows whenever they aren’t working. Sleekly subversive and quietly brilliant, September Girls does entirely new things with an old myth, transforming a story you might think you know into a beautiful YA novel that slips effortlessly between genres.”

But there’s more, see, and part of that more is this: I read a LOT of YA. Once upon a time, it was my job to read the slush pile. Before and after that, I just read it because I loved it, even when I didn’t really even know it was a thing (my obsession in college was all about story and identity and boy howdy does YA have a lot to say about that).

I don’t read YA to be surprised. (I don’t really do anything to be surprised, honestly. It’s nice and all but not my main narrative need, not by a long shot). This book surprised me, and not in the BANG POW kind of way, but in the way where it sneaks in, something you soak in while you’re reading, and then you look up at the end and it’s not just something that you can can get up and walk away from, because it’s left a mark, wrinkled fingers and tan lines and a thin line of blood where something sharp got at you while you were walking through what you thought was easy territory.

It’s not easy. It can be, but it isn’t. There’s magic in that illusion, making it seem like this easy summer read and then slipping - not pulling - the rug out from under you so very, very gracefully.

at prom after it was technically over and people were getting their stuff to leave the dj started playing anything goes and all of the dancers/tappers from that song went up and did the whole dance for the rest of the people there and we all remembered every step and it was beautiful and i cried

Goodbye Michael Scott

was absolutely perfect.

it was one of their best episodes yet. it had everything from humor to twists to heart wrenching scenes. i don’t think i have ever cried so much and so hard from a television show. what most people don’t realize is that, michael scott isn’t just another boss, he’s a friend. his priority is being a friend. and not to mention a mum to erin. he wanted to be liked. he wanted to be loved. and he wanted people to be scared that they love him so. and let’s just say he did way more than that.

this episode was so gut wrenching that i cried in the first 15 minutes of it. when he was telling himself, ‘how could i do this? i can’t do this. i have to call her and tell her i can’t go.’ because he saw jim, pam, creed, and kevin talking about a shredder during lunch break. when i saw him tearing up and trying to hold back waterfalls, i started to bawl like a child.

there were so many parts when i just started to cry uncontrollably because of how exquisite steve carell’s acting was. and i realized how much i’m going to miss him in the office. but, there were other genuine, traditional 'michael scott’ scenes. like when he was bothering the warehouse and trying to make the basketball in the hoop while facing the other way. he did it until he made it. classic michael scott material.

that’s what i’m going to miss. his quirkiness. his ability to improvise most of the material on the show. he is one of the best actors of all time.

during the last ten minutes of the show, i started to cry uncontrollably. when dwight read the letter of recommendation from michael. when he called for the last conference room meeting. when jim knew what was up with him. when they both teared up. when michael took off his mic. when pam ran to him at the airport. when she watched him go.

i swear to you i was crying so so much. it was such a good episode. i’m going to miss him so much. it’s funny how a television character can somehow have a really big impact on you.

michael scott has always left us smiling and satisfied.

that’s what she said.

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ADDICTED FOR 15 DAYS // day-10: favorite uncle/aunt/niece/nephew scene

(scenes with Ryke Meadows being an uncle)

He pries the defiled comic book out of Moffy’s clutch and then lifts the baby in his arms. Moffy laughs, like a giggle. My lips rise. My brother’s not too bad with my kid.

“You should babysit more often.”

“Fucking hilarious,” he curses, passing me Maximoff while Lily slides off my back, her feet thudding to the floor.