holy guacamole.

i watched 12 years a slave last night. man oh man.

let me start out by saying i rarely get through a movie in one sitting these days. i'm a two part movie gal. mostly because i fall asleep - ugh yes i have become that person. if i do make it through an entire film i'm a habitual phone checker. i scroll through pinterest while my attention wanes. considering i mostly watch movies by myself, i don't have to experience the teeth grinding of an annoyed co-watcher, probably why this behavior has continued.

but last night, i sat through over 2 hours of movie, captivated, without checking my phone once. i even ate my veggie curry rice bowl so much slower than normal. mostly because of a deep, unsettling sickness that pervades the entire movie. i won't say much more because words would really just do an injustice to how well this film was done.

just go see it. and prepare to have your entire life thrown into perspective. it ended and i felt like every drama or fuss that i have felt for the past month is completely irrelevant. i felt guilty browsing through cat photos on instagram before bed and had some pretty gnarly dreams. forget your trendy friday night plans (unless it's watching the laker game) and go rent 12 years a slave.

happy friday!