steinbecks:

i love rey’s flowers and her doll and her helmet and her little sand sled and i love it when she licks her plate after eating her little meal of insta-bread and i love it when she puts the helmet on just for kicks and i love the way she sleds down the sand dune and i love the goggles she made out of a stormtrooper helmet and i love rey living in the iron carcass of an AT-AT and i love rey scrubbing her salvaged metal parts and glancing at the old, weathered woman across from her, wary of her own future, her hope wavering and then growing stronger still. i love her wistful, bouncy little leitmotif. i love rey