If Quarantine Doesn’t End Soon I’m Gonna Do Something Illegal

Warm Bodies (7 Days 7 Movies)

because sometimes watching a movie about the undead can make life feel worth living again. Warm Bodies (2013) takes place in an apocalyptic world filled with your typical brain-eating walking dead. Starring Nicholas Hoult and Teresa Palmer as R and Julie, ) the horror/romance (a combination of genres that sounded quite odd to me at first but works so well within the movie) takes on a love story in a comedic, dark way I haven't seen before. I first took interest in this movie simply because of Nicholas Hoult after seeing him in Skins as Tony Stonem but I ended up really liking this movie for a lot more than just the casting. If you haven't already caught on by the obvious character naming, the story is loosely based off of Romeo and Juliet and does well in referencing Shakespeares' tragedy here and there, within not only the obvious obstacles of love between zombies and humans but the persona of Julies' father and more significantly, the balcony scene - which was by far my favourite although I won't describe too much as I'd like you to watch it for yourself. In terms of writing, the dialogue and narration are witty and fun, R's inner monologue was one of the most enjoyable parts of the film, and I loved the contrast between his thoughts and physical actions. I also liked the added background, the reason as to why the undead act how they do, eat what they do, and so on. Subtle details across the board are so well done (To give an example or two: R not blinking until the water scene, colors becoming more saturated the more he becomes human) and the visuals are so damn pleasing. The soundtrack too, makes the movie what it is, after watching I was listening to Midnight City on repeat. Although not as typical, it's one of the best romances I've seen.

I hope you liked this post! be sure to let me know your thoughts and i'll be sure to take your feedback into account when writing next time! I thought I'd post this one a bit earlier than the others, and depending on the response I'll adjust my writing. until next time! Amina

STOP WAITING FOR SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER COME!

THERE WILL BE NO CALL TO ADVENTURE, YOU HAVE TO CHASE IT YOURSELF!!

i be like “damn i got a lot of shit to do” and then go lay down for 17 hours

happy new year

august accoutrements

we're really really reaching for the alliteration at this point. do family reunions just always suck or is it just me? anywayssss after ncs i went with my mum and brother to have a little reunion almost with my mums side (her siblings/ my uncles and aunts and all their kids/ my annoying chaotic mess of cousins) it was okay for like a week but icl i want to go home. i haven't done anything for my a level transition work, i brought my art equipment but i can't get it out due to all the kids so i'll have to just grind it all when i go home. haven't done a lot of sixth form shopping, bought a few cozy tops for the colder weather (a dark blue sweater, a chunky knit pink jumper, a giant oversized cream sweater which i swear is the softest thing i have ever touched, and a brown and blue oversized flannel, as well as a ribbed dark grey top) i plan on going out and buying more bottoms and such later until next time Amina

nostalgic academia

- cleaning your room and finding old souvenirs from places you’ve been, notes left in blazer and cardigan pockets - religiously drinking out of only the swirly straw cup you bought from the national space museum all those years ago - looking at old polaroids, trying to commit every blurry inch of the pictures to memory - reading old notes you passed in class back from when you loved him - reading your old text messages with him, laughing, crying and cringing, til tears patter onto your screen - thinking of better days, back then with them (and you) i felt inspired again today, i was cleaning out my room and found lots of old notes and pictures and spent an hour looking at them and thinking til i cried, kind of wishing i was the same naive 13 year old. looking back at my intro at the start of this page makes me happy and sad, even if i haven’t been the most active or followed user, i remember every single post i’ve written and what i thought when writing them, all the emotions. it’s weird and miserable and magical (get that 22 reference ;) yes taysway)  until next time with all the love a person can possibly muster, Amimi

who wants to make a hidden society of the arts with me? who wants to wear old tweed blazers, blouses, dress pants, black stockings and oxfords with me? we can meet in the same tiny cafe or in a hidden bar. we can paint, compose music, write poetry, stories, read to each other, learn and teach each other languages, new and old, existing and made up. we can critique each other’s work over a coffee or glass of red wine. we can discuss ancient and modern history, artists, writers, old and new composers. we can read newspapers, write journals, learn about what is happening in the world. we can be the silent academic rebels of society. we can make history. both boys and girls, we can be a brotherhood. an alliance. we can change the world

“I don’t think that there’s anything worse than being ordinary.”

American Beauty (1999)

it's 00:06 am and I'm 18, I can't stop crying over this email from my sociology teacher lol.

help i'm crying

like today i had to make a doctors appointment and go to the doctors on my own for the first time ever because my parents were busy. that sounds childish but as a 16-year-old hermit it was painstaking. like the doctor asked me a very embarrassing question and i turned to the chair next me and then realised my mum wasn't there.. and then slowly... turned back to the doctor. she was so nice, asking about a levels and trying to make me comfortable. still, never seeing her again.