Never before has a film so eloquently captured the feeling of driving to McDonalds at 3am.

this mf and his expired pineapples..

"Watching dad cooking made me very happy. I know I'll never taste his steaks again...but I'll never forget just how they tasted."

love is fleeting. it can be experienced in the smallest of moments; the length of a song, one night together, a videotape. we're all just passengers floating through each other's lives. some of us make a bigger impact than others, but in that moment the emotion is raw and real and unfiltered. we're messy, chaotic creatures; we're explosively poetic. nothing captures that quite like fallen angels.

i think after a third viewing i've finally been able to wrap my thoughts around this film and the beautiful, violent, romance of it all. i'm just so grateful that this film exists; that it gives me the knowledge that as my life goes on i'll get to experience more love and bring new people into my life and myself into theirs. no matter how fleeting that feeling may be.

all i want to do is to ride a motorcycle with takeshi kaneshiro

minus half a star for that poor actress who had to pretend to have a 3-min orgasm from rubbing her fingers on her clothed thighs

i think it’s neat that wong kar-wai’s love language is apartment cleaning.

imagine meeting ice spice in mcdonalds

happy to announce that wong kar-wai finally clicked for me and holy shit i love movies

Man Wong Kar-wai really goes out of his way to make you wish you were hot and your loneliness were this pretty.

love the cigarette-centric cinematography

i really need to start taping my dad before it's too late.