THAT'S NOT WHAT FRIENDS DO!

i just think that the fuck you flip-flops, pusillanimous piece of fool’s gold, 3rd oldest friend, you can’t trust me, i can’t trust you, hand covers bruise typa relationship is today’s version of romeo and juliet

nothing quite like scrolling though the Succession tag on Ao3 which consists of one of 3 things: a tomgreg fic where greg is marilyn monroe and tom is jfk or they’re being hunted for sport or something insane like that, a romangerri fic with smut tags that haven’t even been invented yet, or a kenstewy fic dramatic enough to challenge the bible itself

when kurt vonnegut wrote in a letter to his wife "you and i know each other in our bones" and when sandra cisneros wrote "he's been here in my heart before i even know him. understand? he's always been here. always." and when friedrich nietzsche wrote "i love you. i feel as though we were never strangers, you and i, not even for a moment"...

why did they make me feel emotions about shivtom faildivorce is it because they invented a kind of reverse psychology pathetic limp insipid sorry son of a bitch sweatshop-made love that is so far removed from love but it is still even in all it's pitiable wretchedness recognizable as such. fucked up if true

Succession makes me nuts because all of the tragedy is preventable but also it isn't. Usually, in big epics, the tragedy is that fate is inescapable. But in Succession there are a million tiny times where someone could have chosen to treat their siblings better or their spouse better or stuck to their guns or been honest or stopped being an asshole for two minutes, and it would have completely changed the trajectory of events. But also how could they have ever done any of it differently? Who taught them they could?

been getting into bad music