just had my fill of blood and gore from Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. tragically beautiful and wonderfully dark. i love it, love it, love it.
Johnny Depp-Tim Burton collaborations never fail to deliver, and never disappoint. i love the dark, grim streets, love the too-pale face and outrageous hair, love the murders carried out in cold precision and wild abandon, love the obsession and the rage and the infatuation, and most of all i love the singing. oh yes, the singing.
rooftop chats till 4am, smoking shisha at an arab restaurant with a friend not seen for five months, enlightened (among other things) about what i should feel (or stop feeling) about the previous internship, being alone but not lonely, failing yet again to get a driving's permit, quitting clubbing and drinking for about two months now, monday lunches with the dad, birthday surprises.
loves.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo