what if your doppelganger loved being you more than you ever loved being yourself. they’re better at being you and everyone loves them and it feels almost selfish to want your life back. i want clone horror but the horror is that the thing trying to replace you is also the person you always wanted to be.
and it is imperative that it ends with killing the better version of yourself with your bare hands btw.
just thinking about Clark Kent growing up in a small town in Midwest America listening to bands like The Mighty Crabjoys but also Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Green Day, My Chemical Romance and so much more
“Every time I show the film – whether it’s to film students at USC or UCLA or I’m going to a festival – that’s always the first question: How did Kermit ride the bicycle? And my stock answer is: I put him on a three-wheeler until he got his balance, and then I put him on the two-wheeler.”
