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August 31, 2026
August 30, 2026
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⋆ ♫。 Song of the Week ˚♬ ゚⋆
Maggots for Brains
- Olivia Rodrigo
Listed as track number 4 on Olivia Rodrigo's third album, You Seem Pretty Sad for a Girl So in Love, Maggots for Brains introduces the upcoming reoccurring themes of co-dependency and "head over heels" lovesickness expressed throughout the album. At an all time high of infatuation with a partner or love interest, at the same time causing one of the lowest lows one can feel, described as "being practically catatonic and unable to function properly without her partner..."
"My day was so mundane, I don't think I left the houseDrank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out"
You Seem Pretty Sad For A Girl So In Love does an amazing job at portraying the rollercoaster of emotions that is love, or what we think is love in the moment. Starting off strong with head over heels love songs, slowly giving way to the harshest truths we don't like to confess or even think about, expressed in The Cure. This isn't love, this is obsession. And the longer we desperately try to hold onto this connection, we get worse.
At least, we tell ourselves that.
⋆。°✩ Out of Town
August 29, 2026
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: The Crush (1993)
The Crush (1993)
" If you were 10 years older... "
Stopped watching probably not even a full halfway through cause I found out Alicia Silverstein was actually 15 years old during filming, kissing a 30 year old Cary Elwes.
Having a child kiss a 30 year old, and have 2 shots showing off her body in a bikini/swimsuit, is insane and this movie never should have been made.
There's a way to show a teen having an obsession or crush in an adult without sexually exploiting the actual teen and showing her naked on screen.
I'm not watching this pedophile slop.
August 27, 2026
⋆。°✩ My Video Interview
August 26, 2026
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: 2 Big to Rig
2 Big to Rig (2026)
" We've got to locate and tickle your taints!!! "
⋆。°✩ First Interview!!
August 25, 2026
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: The Virgin Suicides (1999)
The Virgin Suicides (1999)
It was not worth it at all.
We have a bunch of boys wanting to feel up a group of sisters, that of which obviously just want to live their lives as normal teenage girls. We have a guy who pursues a girl, finally has sex with her, and then leaves her all alone in a field. This guy then, years later too, acts like he was in some special sort of love with her when he was the one who ditched her.
And parents who proceed to lock their daughters up in their house, give up the music records one of them holds dearly, cutting off all social life and hope for the future. Parents who get told being trapped is "suffocating." And then they wonder why all their daughters killed themselves.
And then that same group of boys insisting they loved these girls, when their last words before realizing they were dead was "if I can just feel up one of those girls."
Also the tree they cut down was still there in the following time-lapse scene?
The only good thing I can say about this movie was the music aspects, the "flashbacks" cinematography, and the warm color scheme being pleasing to my eyes. Otherwise, I'm very disappointed with this.
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August 23, 2026
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Tonight, Tonight
- The Smashing Pumpkins
" Time is never time at allYou can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youthAnd our lives are forever changed "
" The more you change, the less you feel "
" Believe, believe in meThat life can change, that you're not stuck in vainWe're not the same, we're different "
" And you know you're never sureBut you're sure you could be rightIf you held yourself up to the light "
" And the embers never fadeIn your city by the lakeThe place where you were born "
" We'll crucify the insincere tonight, tonightWe'll make things rightWe'll feel it all tonight, tonight "
" We'll find a way to offer up the night, tonightThe indescribable moments of your life, tonightThe impossible is possible tonight, tonightBelieve in me as I believe in you, tonight..."
⋆。°✩ A Year
August 22, 2026
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Hancock (2008)
Hancock (2008)
"Super Snowbunny"
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. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: People We Meet on Vacation (2026)
People We Meet on Vacation (2026)
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Tropic Thunder (2008)
Tropic Thunder (2008)
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Bring Her Back (2025)
Bring Her Back (2025)
I wanted the main lady to get eaten, but I can appreciate how it ended, with the hope of recovery for both the blind girl and the bald boy.
August 20, 2026
⋆。°✩ Movies!
Hello everyone!! My blog now has all my previous movie reviews up, in depth and one-liners! These are all of my reviews I've ever written on Letterboxd, transferred to my blog.
So if you ever wondered what I though about movies like Obsession, Pearl, or others, you can now read them either here on my movie page (navigation at the top of my blog) or on my Letterboxd!
August 19, 2026
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Marie Antionette (2006)
Marie Antionette (2006)
August 17, 2026
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Gossip Girl rant
August 16, 2026
⋆ ♫。 Song of the Week ˚♬ ゚⋆
We're giving up on the search for the right one, a soulmate. Whether just for the night, or longer, we're not here for the purpose of finding someone long term. It seems we're well versed in one-night stands." Call off the search for your soul, or put it on hold again "
" The look of love - the rush of bloodThe "She's with me" 's - the Gallic shrug "
. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Hairspray (1988)
Hairspray (1988)
" Integration is no laughing matter! "
" It's the times. They are a changing. Something's blowin' in the wind... "
At the same time, offering absurd humor in the performances and lines, giving us the following:
" Our souls are black, even though our skin is white! "
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. ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Girl, Interrupted (1999)
Girl, Interrupted (1999)
" Peppermint dick!!! Peppermint clit!!!!! "
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August 15, 2026
⋆。°✩ Journaling

I journal about nothing specific exactly. I write about my days, if I did something a bit new for a change, I will write about it. If I go out of town, I will recall my travels. . ݁₊⊹.📽 Movie Review: Priscilla (2023)
Priscilla (2023)
" If I stay, I'll never leave... "
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August 11, 2026
⋆。°✩ Will It Ever Stop?
How do I stop missing someone I shouldn't miss at all? How does one recover from the harm brought upon them from the person they thought they could trust?
I want to stop remembering it all. The good times, the bad times. I just want it all gone. I wish it never happened. I wish there was nothing to remember. How do I stop missing the way they treated me, when I know I shouldn't?
I feel like a repeatedly go through this pattern of remembering a few of the good times, the way I was treated in a special way. A way that I'd been longing for my whole life, finally I was receiving it. And then I remember that the whole situation was wrong, and I remember the wrong things that happened, that were said to me.
I feel like no matter how much I cry over it, it will always be with me. Within me. It's there all the time, that dread. The ache. I miss how I was treated, I hate how I was treated. I want that treatment again, but I want it differently but still the same.
I know I will continue to seek that feeling, that twisted sort of attention. I shouldn't want it, I know it will only make me feel worse in the end. I know it's going to be a cycle I perpetuate, I hate it. I can't seem to stop it from happening.
I want it gone, completely. I want to stop remembering it, that person.
I just wish it never happened at all.
August 9, 2026
⋆。°✩ Psst!
BTW everyone, at the bottom of my blog, I have a section dedicated to every blog I follow. So if you're wanting to find some more cool blogs, it's all there for your access! <3
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About Me - Esha Tewari
I feel this one in a deeply personal way, different parts of the lyrics speaking relatability in their own ways. No doubt a bit different than how Esha Tewari meant and felt them, but that's part of the beauty of all art forms. Their interpretations, and how they speak to each interpreter.
" I truly hope you win the warYou keep a secretI'm done guessing what it's forWhat, is it about me?. . .I know that it's about me. . .I hope that it's about me "
I've found myself in a situation in which I was looking for a reason to leave. As awful as it was, how it felt, in my head it was "I can't drop this and leave unless something big happens, unless something bad happens that was inexcusable."
I had such little self respect for myself, talking myself out of ending things, I felt I could only do it if that person did something bad to another person. And then it happened, I finally had an excuse to call it off. Something that provided a quick explanation, one that wouldn't earn questions of "well do you regret it?" One that would only prompt a, "that's good you don't associate with a person like that."
I've spent my summer, and my last fall, winter, and spring, lamenting. The person I thought I knew, the good times that were now twisted when I look back. I look back at old messages, old memories, the letters. I push them away, I don't speak about them to my friends anymore. It's easier to avoid the discussion of what happened. They already know what went down, I'm the only one who was directly affected and harmed.
I feel this song on both ends. I've had that person seemingly attempt to "fix" me, to tell me that something was wrong for me when I didn't want to acknowledge it. Or even when there wasn't anything wrong in that moment. I internally kept note of everything that was done, each let-down, each word of dismissal or indifference, each "oh but I'm sure he doesn't mean it that way." A piling number of reasons to hate, making that person question if i was mad about him. And my own questions of if it was about me.
I hated and I needed at the same time. And I hated that I needed.
Now, I look back at everything, with a new sort of feeling of loss. And a new anger, a new hatred. Today, I look back at the letters, and that petty side of me wants him to hurt like I did. But worse. From afar, I hope that every low he feels is because of what happened. I want him to feel that weight on his shoulders, I want it to never let up.
I hope that it's about me.

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