"A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn’t care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he’ll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?"
— John Grogan [ Marley&Me ]

Netflix is inspiring.

I think I secretly adore watching movies because they make you feel alive. Whether afterwards your stunned at the slice of anxiousness, or disappointed with an untied knot. Blessed with the beliefs, hopes, and dreams of a special character or crushed with tears at the thought of a loved one being harmed. The choice to really listen to the words and breaths of a character or simply blink at the notion that everything is a lie and the only truth is in the actor that plays the part. They make you angry, so voiced of an opinion that you want to scream, why?! So pushed over the edge of the so called “wrong-decision” of a loved one, or a repaired relationship you wanted to end so she could end up with “the other guy”. They make you think, question, realize, and dream. Movies contain secrets and secrets and they are uncovered at the thought of doubt. Reality can’t stand between somebody and a place of reassurance… movies simply open a door that only few can see. I think I secretly adore watching movies because they make you feel alive.

What a precious scene,

Daisy: I promise you, I'll never lose myself to self-pity again.
Benjamin Button: [while the day begins] And I think, right there and then, she realized none of us is perfect forever.

“You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.”
— Benjamin Button

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

This movie made me bored. Made me sad. Made me anxious. Made me startled. Made me laugh. Made me cry. Made me smile. Made me remember. Made me forget. Made me cry. Made me smile. Made me believe. Made me cry. I don’t know how I feel about this movie but the quotes are like candy to the soul. This movie to me was really upsetting because the main roles I got was of a woman who loved a man who was getting younger, and a man who loved a woman who was getting older. What would you do if you knew the one you loved was becoming a child? What would you do if you didn’t see the one you loved since he left and than he was all of a sudden a teenager? What would you do if you knew you couldn’t be with the one you loved till old age and die happily in eachothers arms? How sad, I thought. To watch the one you love deteriorate into a five year old who forgot your name, than a three year old who forget how to walk, than a one year old who forgot how to speak, and finally a few month old who looked at you and knew who you were than closed his little eyes and died in your arms… leaving you to be old alone and die alone. How sad, I thought. This movie was also happy because although he was different and he was alone, he lived a full life, and he had so much strength to do so. When he was a young boy, he looked like his grandfather and nobody understand why. He was alone. An abandoned old man who was only a baby, left on a doorstep for a wanting mother to love. His mother was dead, his father had run off and day in and day out he watched old people get taken away. Death visited often. He was loved dearly by his mother who took him in, he grew up.. in his own way. He boarded a ship and found another place to thrive, went to war and found love and so much love. He lived a life, a life only he could live. I don’t know how I feel about this movie. I wish he’d been saved, I wish he didn’t have to face it all alone. Maybe I feel empathy.

My hero.

Independence is really rather difficult when you don’t want to build a wall. Superman stays open, he gets hurt and keeps his faith in everybody, even Lex Luthor. This helps that little nerdy comic book geek within me, myself and I. Superman also went through alot when he was a teenager, it wasn’t just relationships, it was trying not to kill people with this granted strength. It was trying to manage the idea of not knowing his parents or planet. It was the extremely real genetic that he wasn’t even human and although I may feel like my skin doesn’t know me, he wasn’t known at all. He was an alien at first, just some kryptonite freak everybody pushed around as a nerd. Than he built, he built himself and a life around him with as few as five people having his back. One left, one turned evil, and one died. Leaving him with two people and a really frustrating fate. However, since he kept faith in the good of man, since he kept hope in himself and of others, since he believed that he was meant for good and since he wished to have that strength to pursue it… he became more than a superman, he became the symbol of the greatest strength out there. Something more than physical, something deep down within our hearts. He became the image of hope, of belonging, of truth, of believing, he became the symbol of all that is good in this corrupted madness we call home. Maybe that really is all it takes, to get past all the bad and all the pain that gets flung at your face and suffocates your ribcage. Superman, you found love and you became the worlds reason to keep going. Your life is far from easy but my god, you are a god. Superman, you keep me going.

Never surrender Mr. Undead, for your painful tears were worth the bloodshed.

Like a solider without bone. Nothing to break, nothing to take. What is he fighting for? Could it be as simple as a chance to feel something more someday. A chance to fill his hollow muscle that has been torn oh so many times before. To have something to break and to steal something not given to you. What is he fighting for? Then to simply live long enough to understand why he fought in the first place. To mend with the sense of the question, of why it’s asked all around him but not to him. Flesh peeled off his skin like a sick glued on bandage that was there for ten years, like the sting and stench of an earlobe being sliced off after the piercing needle. Feeling the loneliness, abandonment, disgusting facial feature frowning, and non-existent forgiveness among the innocent, intoxicated, idolized all natural uncontrollable emotion called, love. What is he fighting for? Equality, identity, balance… or in our political standpoint a little thing called Civil Rights. What he is fighting for is a section of this, Gay Rights. Yelling out NO! NO you can’t have your loved one wed by marriage! NO you can’t call your “partner” your husband! NO we can’t stand the sight of true love between two of the same so you can be alone and not trusted! What he is fighting for is simply beautiful, pure and peaceful. What consequence could there possibly be for wanting to take care of somebody else for the rest of your life? Huh? For wishing the people around you, neighbors and family members, wanted you to find happiness after all those years of being tormented in silence and wait? Consequence… NO will be the broken soul tripping and tumbling down the eighteen hundred and forty five staircases to hell, because NO is only preventing a priest to allow two already mended souls to be allowed forgiveness and a life filled with acceptance without worry.