i can see myself in your mess (from the outrun movie)

(from the outrun movie)

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Although I’m not an alcoholic and my father is not bi-polar, I sometimes play with the winds in my hands and let the tree move as if I was an ochestra letting the music sway.

Although I’m not white and my hair isn’t blue, I hope to fall in love with a black man who holds me like yours, cradles me when I hurt myself and would give himself unrelentlessly because he is madly in love with me and wants to keep me safe.

Although I do not live on a farm and my neighbours aren’t farmers, I sometimes plant myself in isolation in a flat I really love because I bought it but sometimes when things get bleak, I wish I could run fluid between cities like you do between London and Orkney.

Although I am not abandoned by my father and mother sometimes I see myself in your mother who chose herself, then Christ and the church and cannot find solutions to your problems other than hold your heartache in my prayers.

Although, I’m not brave enough to swim in the middle of the ocean in winter, sometimes I wish I could because my world is already broken and in need of pneumonia, maybe it will finally heal.

Although I am not accustomed to folklore, though I empathise with the people who became lost at sea, who drowned and became selkies; sometimes my world becomes mythologies where I’m trapped between being a human or a seal. Cause I’m scared of being seen but wait by the shore just to never have to retransform.

Girl, why can I see myself in your mess? Even though, this movie is about some white people stuff.

Disclaimer: This comment is meant as a cultural observation, not a personal attack or dismissal of anyone’s identity. When I say “some White people stuff,” I’m referring to specific social dynamics, aesthetics, or themes that are often centered in predominantly white narratives — like suburban ennui, passive-aggressive politeness, or generational repression. It’s not meant to stereotype, but to critique the limited lens some films operate within. I’m speaking from a place of cultural analysis, not animosity.

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