Frankie Feedler. You him? He died. On his way to the prom. ? They said he was doomed. Jesus. They could have said the same thing about Donnie. 

wrote an ekphrastic poem for my advanced poetry course in college, that was formatted (roughly) like a script, where two friends discuss the ending of donnie darko in an empty theater after a repertory screening. i desperately hope i’m at least a bit less insufferable now.

me and the boys approximately 10 seconds after cracking open a bottle of barefoot 

this movie shreds so unbeliavbly hard, and that is NOT a phrase i use lightly

my favorite yearly reminder that we all do a whole lot of good just by staying alive