Currently learning Spanish.
baking, bare feet, pie, cooking, half smiles, reading, agnostic, counting the days till I can leave Florida, pie, sleeping, movies, movies, movies, hating cooked fruit, Chicago, puns, pie, cold weather, foreign accents, dreams, collar bones, trying new foods, individuality, pie, USFSP, traveling to new places, trying to be more of an optimist.
I also run fuckyeahspices.tumblr.com
When it comes to matters of love, it’s often platonic devotion that proves the most intimate and carries the most weight in one’s life. It’s the love stories of friendship, the decades-spanning, unbreakable connection to someone that stays around as lovers come and go. Yes, romantic love is an all-encompassing illness of the heart, but without a best friend to guide you, life becomes less tolerable. Cinema has long been awash in tales of romantic love, of course, but it’s rare to see a tale of love between two female best friends, especially one that genuinely shows what it is like to have that kind of soul mate, without whom everything else would be askew. But with Noah Baumbach’s latest film, Frances Ha, we see one woman’s journey of self-discovery, ignited by a fractured friendship.