as i was trying to find a good time to tweet Moon latest update, someone dropped these new pictures. excuse me as i use them for moodboard because they fit. so. well. with. this. chapter.
so horror. so Friday the 13th.
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fleabag saying “i don’t know what to do with it, with all the love i have for her, i don’t know where to put it now” is one of the most painful quotes ever written. phoebe waller-bridge was INSANE for this.
Those of us who grew up reading on fanfiction dot net are made of sturdier stuff. Zero tags, the vaguest one-line summaries, no chance of knowing whether a story is complete, the Great Smut Purge of 2002, fics that haven’t been updated since 2006… nothing can hurt me now.
My strength is in solitude. I’m not afraid of pouring rains or great gusts of wind, for I too am the darkness of the night.
—Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star, tr. Giovanni Pontiero
the same way you’d hold space for a romantic partner, friendships work the same way. avoiding conversations about the not so fun emotions, is equivalent to ignoring the elephant in the room. what good does that do anyone. talk about things with people you love. it’s nice.
Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.
with the war surrounding her everyday life plus my clingy ass flooding her inbox 24/7, this girl is a gun. precise&necessary, her sweetness is mostly deceiving, a testament of both riot&hope. nothing makes any sense now but you always do. bless your birthday heart, @y_xtreasure