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I want to live in Howl’s bedroom. So cluttered and overwhelming and pretty. Like a magpie’s hoard of stolen objects inside a gypsie’s caravan. Please please please.
This movie always restores my optimism and sense of adventure. I want to cut my hair short and wear a big red bow, and sew my own plum-colored dress (“Lavender would look prettier on me”), and steal my father’s radio and hop on a broom with my tiny, smart-aleck black cat. I want to fall asleep on trains and wave to sailors from the sky and drift past clock towers and move into a small little room in the most beautiful village and get fat on too many pancakes and smell fresh bread every morning. Watching Kiki’s so much as a child seemingly determined my dream lifestyle. The town of Koriko is just so perfect, so lovely, with it’s ocean view, cobblestone streets, old trams, small shops and quaint parks, friendly people in vintage dress (all with a wonderful French-Italian sorta film score playing…at least in my head). This is what I want. Something very simple, very pure. A place to learn how to be, and how to be okay.
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