Did I ever tell you how much I absolutely have such a thing for 80's movies? Well, 'tis true; I entirely lust to go back in time to a more awesome era as always. I especially have a thing for John Hughes films, but 80's films are indeed a major love of mine. They're the kind you realize to be a major part of your go to films of which you can just watch over and over when you're feeling down, for comfort late late at night and never get sick of.
I want Andrew McCarthy from Pretty in Pink (or any movies he's been in for the matter, I LOVE him) and his beautiful smile to find me and keep me safe with an unconditionally sweet love and look for always filled with his gentleman chivalry. I want a time machine to transport me to a lovelier time far away from anywhere here and now that I could wholeheartedly embrace and thrive off of. Not to mention be perpetually content and blissfully happy existing in. I want Jake Ryan to find where I am and be just there to rescue me, perfectly waiting for me to appear because he wants, me. I want me, a Watson-like girl to find her idea of forever that she can bet her hands on. I want the warm nostalgia transmitted through the sweetness of a held over head boom box in the rain outside my bedroom window and the real and intense determined deep eyes and overflowing look of, "She's it, I mean it. And I'll never let up."
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