Working with kids is such a treat because one kid asked me "are you a boy or a girl? Because boys have mustaches but girls have nail polish" and the boy next to her said with 110% confidence "No but those are the old rules thats not how it is anymore" and it was sweet
critiquing this monologue for being entry level feminism is fair but i continue to believe that’s the exact point, and this for the ten year old girls in the audience who haven’t learnt this yet. it’s to take the weight of their tiny shoulders for the first time. that’s a nice thing
i’ll give my period a smooth 3.5 days to do her biggest ones. but on day 4? i decide that i am spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically done. she better figure that shit out, because i’m not about to dedicate anymore time to that nonsense.
Watching the Scarlet Witch crawl through broken reflections before twisting her body back into place is pure Sam Raimi horror unleashed inside the MCU.
My favorite form of intimacy has always been asking questions, not to pry, but to understand the architecture of someone's inner world. The way they think. The way they feel. The way their past still echoes in their present. There's a depth in people that never shows unless someone asks the kind of questions that require honesty instead of performance.