it’s the time of year where I’m suddenly inexplicably happy bursting letting it leak out of me crying at anything like an errant beam of light caught in a crabapple’s leaves, shadows on the lake, cartwheels, cloud formations, the old man who stands in the yard and watches his sprinkler run, Calpurnia, that Adrian Brody teacher movie when the kids are like “You’re leaving?”
i miss harry potter i miss midnight book release parties i miss reading until i physically can’t stay awake any longer i miss the anticipation for the next story i miss midnight movie premieres i miss dressing up sweater tie cloak and all for the midnight movie premieres i miss the WB logo zooming in to hedwig’s theme i miss crying with 400 other fans in the theater over character deaths I MISS HARRY POTTER SO FUCKING MUCH i’ll never be okay again
mañana 6 p.m.
Lyric Cinema Cafe
fucken be there