es que tienen un olor tan particular muy parecido a las primeras noches de verano pero el ambiente es más suave y parece que tienes tantas oportunidades por delante
one of the craziest parts of love is how it turns ordinary things sacred. a side of the bed. a street corner. a stupid coffee shop. suddenly everything is haunted by tenderness
the idea of immortalizing a loved one in art will never not move me to tears. reminds me a lot of the line “what’s remembered lives” from zhao’s nomadland. i lost my grandma the year it released, & nothing has brought me as much peace as that quote until this scene. she’s magic.