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In my humble opinion, Coraline is one of the best movie adaptations out there because it actually strays away from the book a lot and adds/changes several different things, but it does so all for the sake of a visual medium which is exactly what a movie adaptation should do!

There’s nothing showing the Beldam making the doll but darn it if that’s not the most aesthetically pleasing scene in stop motion animation:

The appearance of the tunnel is never described (other than it being musty and her feeling a force behind her) so they made a psychedelic tube: 

In the book, she meets the three ghost children at a generic picnic but the movie, for reasons I will always love, decided to show them against an animated, interconnecting, version of the Starry Night:

The blue hair, the garden, the world falling apart—

Everything is tweaked to be more visually pleasing.

Which is the point of turning a book into a movie in the first place!

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

i think the coolest thing would be to see a new color

“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”

When your instinct just want you to let loose sometimes

Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes

drink my concoction boy

god i love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home

One of my fav things about Over the Garden Wall is that it’s like…

you know how you have winter holiday movies that you primarily watch during the winter holidays? like, something about the weather and holidays and so on necessitates returning to some of those films bc they just capture the spirit of the season.

Over the Garden Wall somehow did that, but like…with like. harvest season vibes. and like. the weird feelings of being trapped in a liminal space between life and death, that comes as the weather turns cold and you look out over seas of dried cornstalks that stretch on to meet the horizon and feel both peace and dread.

Anyways I’m just saying that tis the season for a rewatch