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When one is ill, comfort is sought, and in its quiet corner of 1950s London, where dreams of a post-war world are relieved with those as modest as the means of its dreamer, #MrsHarrisGoestoParis finds that comfort within its dance of longing… and just a little kindness. ★★★★
December 16, 2025 at 5:21 PM
When one is ill, comfort is sought, and in its quiet corner of 1950s London, where dreams of a post-war world are relieved with those as modest as the means of its dreamer, #MrsHarrisGoestoParis finds that comfort within its dance of longing… and just a little kindness. ★★★★
Every once in a while, amidst forever and infinity, you may find someone iridescent before even realising you #Flipped, and when you do, nothing will ever compare… she will feel like a dream, and all one can do is wonder at the beauty of someone so enchantingly alive. ★★★★★
December 15, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Every once in a while, amidst forever and infinity, you may find someone iridescent before even realising you #Flipped, and when you do, nothing will ever compare… she will feel like a dream, and all one can do is wonder at the beauty of someone so enchantingly alive. ★★★★★
walking into 2026
December 14, 2025 at 5:03 PM
walking into 2026
With the revisionism I am witnessing, I thought I would reshare my review of #Anora: A macabre lens into a soul of contradiction, who longs to be seen in all of her messy, iridescent humanity… and perhaps, you will see yourself within her if you do.
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December 10, 2025 at 1:36 AM
With the revisionism I am witnessing, I thought I would reshare my review of #Anora: A macabre lens into a soul of contradiction, who longs to be seen in all of her messy, iridescent humanity… and perhaps, you will see yourself within her if you do.
✍︎ boxd.it/8nmGXJ
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Film is infinite, echoed not in song, but in how it made you feel as the lights came up and the world felt lighter. #SinginintheRain begins with not the forced smile of the studio musical, but something softer… Debbie Reynolds smiles, and suddenly, everything matters. ★★★★★
December 5, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Film is infinite, echoed not in song, but in how it made you feel as the lights came up and the world felt lighter. #SinginintheRain begins with not the forced smile of the studio musical, but something softer… Debbie Reynolds smiles, and suddenly, everything matters. ★★★★★
#WakeUpDeadMan: The spirit of what the church should be, even as you mourn what it too often is, to look at faith as I once did, with love, doubt, hope, and grief… all at once.
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December 3, 2025 at 10:43 PM
#WakeUpDeadMan: The spirit of what the church should be, even as you mourn what it too often is, to look at faith as I once did, with love, doubt, hope, and grief… all at once.
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There is a quiet that oscillates before the truth, and a grief that auroras once held to the light, your soul the dust it radiates. You breathe in the comfort and ache of a place that promises a salvation it cannot always give… #WakeUpDeadMan is that lament for grace. ★★★★★
December 2, 2025 at 9:26 PM
There is a quiet that oscillates before the truth, and a grief that auroras once held to the light, your soul the dust it radiates. You breathe in the comfort and ache of a place that promises a salvation it cannot always give… #WakeUpDeadMan is that lament for grace. ★★★★★
There is a kind of light so incandescent it blinds before it reveals, tricking you within its extravagance to believe there is nothing beneath. #GlassOnion is that mystery woven in iridescence, but look closer, and you witness the quiet of something stranger… the truth. ★★★★
November 30, 2025 at 2:37 PM
There is a kind of light so incandescent it blinds before it reveals, tricking you within its extravagance to believe there is nothing beneath. #GlassOnion is that mystery woven in iridescence, but look closer, and you witness the quiet of something stranger… the truth. ★★★★
In its phantasmagoria of cashmere and autumn, #KnivesOut is a whodunnit that cuts through the labyrinth of lies in its ticking clock of class, privilege, and entitlement, a fable where truth is not the clue, it is a cost to be paid… but who gets to inherit that truth? ★★★★★
November 29, 2025 at 8:08 PM
In its phantasmagoria of cashmere and autumn, #KnivesOut is a whodunnit that cuts through the labyrinth of lies in its ticking clock of class, privilege, and entitlement, a fable where truth is not the clue, it is a cost to be paid… but who gets to inherit that truth? ★★★★★
Christmas
noun
1.An iridescent love letter to the small moments, the ethereal truth that amidst the whimsy of the season, love, actually… is all around.
noun
1.An iridescent love letter to the small moments, the ethereal truth that amidst the whimsy of the season, love, actually… is all around.
November 25, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Christmas
noun
1.An iridescent love letter to the small moments, the ethereal truth that amidst the whimsy of the season, love, actually… is all around.
noun
1.An iridescent love letter to the small moments, the ethereal truth that amidst the whimsy of the season, love, actually… is all around.
christmas decorations sneak peek 👀
November 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM
christmas decorations sneak peek 👀
#LittleWomen: Your soul is shaped by the ones you love, and the ones you lost, that haunting beauty of time both cruel and kind, and yet, when infinity is woven together within its celestial iridescence, life transcends into something unforgettable, something… worth living.
November 24, 2025 at 11:34 PM
#LittleWomen: Your soul is shaped by the ones you love, and the ones you lost, that haunting beauty of time both cruel and kind, and yet, when infinity is woven together within its celestial iridescence, life transcends into something unforgettable, something… worth living.
The Doctor stands in defiance of a single tear in his darkest hour… On this #DoctorWhoDay, I offer to you my love letter to its finest hours, World Enough and Time, The Doctor Falls, and Twice Upon a Time, a celestial painting of an idiot with a box and a screwdriver. ★★★★★
November 23, 2025 at 4:10 PM
The Doctor stands in defiance of a single tear in his darkest hour… On this #DoctorWhoDay, I offer to you my love letter to its finest hours, World Enough and Time, The Doctor Falls, and Twice Upon a Time, a celestial painting of an idiot with a box and a screwdriver. ★★★★★
In its kaleidoscope of pink and green, #Wicked: For Good melts myth into girlhood, a second half of the soul that carries the Ozian weight of destiny, where the truth of two girls changes the world for good, ending the tale twice… first in myth, and the ache beneath it. ★★★★
November 22, 2025 at 12:12 AM
In its kaleidoscope of pink and green, #Wicked: For Good melts myth into girlhood, a second half of the soul that carries the Ozian weight of destiny, where the truth of two girls changes the world for good, ending the tale twice… first in myth, and the ache beneath it. ★★★★
In its kaleidoscope of pink and green, every frame, every note, the tale you were told as a child ghosts into itself like watercolour in rain. There are tales you think you know and tales that know you, and #Wicked is that iridescence in the dark of your beating heart. ★★★★★
November 20, 2025 at 9:16 PM
In its kaleidoscope of pink and green, every frame, every note, the tale you were told as a child ghosts into itself like watercolour in rain. There are tales you think you know and tales that know you, and #Wicked is that iridescence in the dark of your beating heart. ★★★★★
The season of Christmastide does not begin in joy, but the macabre that aches for it, and one must first survive the nightmare before it, the infinite struggle in reconciling who you are, with the person you dream of becoming… it truly is #TheNightmareBeforeChristmas. ★★★★★
November 19, 2025 at 11:12 PM
The season of Christmastide does not begin in joy, but the macabre that aches for it, and one must first survive the nightmare before it, the infinite struggle in reconciling who you are, with the person you dream of becoming… it truly is #TheNightmareBeforeChristmas. ★★★★★
Are you ready for the wonder of Christmas? Well, one must first survive the macabre nightmare before it… 🎃💀🎅✍️🔜
a nightmare before christmas scene with jack and sally standing on a hill
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November 19, 2025 at 9:20 PM
Are you ready for the wonder of Christmas? Well, one must first survive the macabre nightmare before it… 🎃💀🎅✍️🔜
There is a specific asphyxiation to this kind of comedy that dances within the dark corners of humiliation and heartbreak, that ache of being slightly out of rhythm with the world, walking alongside the beating heart of humanity with one all consuming thought… #DontTrip. ★★★★
November 18, 2025 at 10:43 PM
There is a specific asphyxiation to this kind of comedy that dances within the dark corners of humiliation and heartbreak, that ache of being slightly out of rhythm with the world, walking alongside the beating heart of humanity with one all consuming thought… #DontTrip. ★★★★
The incessancy of ache as the first second of eternity without her iridescent light has passed... #Frankenstein, the incandescent belief in being loved simply for existing. ★★★★★
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November 15, 2025 at 8:20 PM
The incessancy of ache as the first second of eternity without her iridescent light has passed... #Frankenstein, the incandescent belief in being loved simply for existing. ★★★★★
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The festival of Samhain may be at rest, and yet, the dead still speak... horror is reanimated in the melancholic and whimsical odyssey into the macabre that only the timeless allure of Tim Burton could conjure within #CorpseBride, where the grotesque becomes beautiful. ★★★★★
November 13, 2025 at 9:35 PM
The festival of Samhain may be at rest, and yet, the dead still speak... horror is reanimated in the melancholic and whimsical odyssey into the macabre that only the timeless allure of Tim Burton could conjure within #CorpseBride, where the grotesque becomes beautiful. ★★★★★
#Frankenstein: A thousand words in lament for a boy born with an incandescent belief in being loved simply for existing, but in turn, man invents the word monster to spare itself the guilt of its own abhorring reflection within his iridescent soul… in one single post. ★★★★★
November 11, 2025 at 11:55 AM
#Frankenstein: A thousand words in lament for a boy born with an incandescent belief in being loved simply for existing, but in turn, man invents the word monster to spare itself the guilt of its own abhorring reflection within his iridescent soul… in one single post. ★★★★★