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All of the personal reflections I didn’t have time to write whilst at the Festival, and the best films I saw.
“That voice, the one that tells you you’re worthless, and stupid, and ugly… it goes away, right? It’s just, like, a dumb teenage girl thing, but then it goes away?”
The year that was…
“My safe word is ‘teacup.’”
You’re long overdue an answer, so let me provide one.
So about that Brexit thing…
These films are all that I need, when I’m lying here in their arms.
How Inside Out helped me to come to terms with some stuff.