just to say i love

nelle. twenty-five (when i remember). student (& unsure, really, how to be anything else). nyc (but perpetually homesick for wherever i'm not).

composed primarily of words, coffee, tea, dreams, not-enough-sleep, the collision of dissonant worlds, breathtaking music, a tenacious belief in magic, laughter, echoes, whispers of history, the smell of the world after it rains, & punctuation.

wit

so most importantly, carra patterson may well be the new love of my life.

equally important: cynthia nixon is devastatingly wonderful and kind of perfect. i started crying about ten minutes in and didn’t really stop. i keep thinking of her face in certain moments and crying even though i’ve been home for like an hour at this point.

so maybe it’s just ‘cause there was this incredibly brilliant literature professor at my undergrad uni who underwent cancer treatment and lost her hair and wore a lot of scarves and turbans, and i’m projecting or something.

but i just find it so difficult to accept that a person like vivian bearing would lose all her hair to chemo.

and then wear a fucking baseball cap.

  1. justonesyllable posted this
:cynthia nixon: :carra patterson: :wit: :having looked it up it appears the baseball cap is in the script: :but i maintain it was a terrible choice: :sorry margaret edson: :so if you never knew this about me: i hate baseball caps a LOT: