perfect-movie

“We are not things.“

Finally got around to seeing Mad Max: Fury Road last night. I don’t think I’m quite myself again yet.

I’m… I’m going to need a minute. Or two. Or, like, a week to recover and remember how to function like a human being again. And, like, tickets to the next showing because oh my god.I can’t even. I have ceased to can.

I’ll, uh, I’ll be in the corner over there staring at the wall trying to find inner balance again.

(… may or may not draw a wider, wallpaper-sized version of this once I’m a little less scramble-brained)