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bohemea:

Aimee Mann’s Wise Up in Magnolia

God I love this scene. The haunting melancholy song bringing sad numb comfort to everyone in their darkest moments. It’s perfectly executed proof of why sad songs need to exist. Sometimes the only comfort is knowing that the way you currently feel was once felt by another & written down & maybe while you’re alone with your thoughts, trying to unravel & sort them into their proper place, someone else is doing the same thing- tired head pressed against a window, weary hand curled around a vice. You lose yourself in the thought, “It’s not going to stop, it’s not going stop”. And you chant yourself through the emotion before you’re ready to go on. Sad songs are a necessary pause for contemplation & a temporary indulgence of worrisome emotion.

I didn’t mean to do two Tom Cruise posts in a row but I had to pause to reblog this lovely, sad, logic defying moment. I do love this film.