I feel like people don’t talk enough about Barry being so unconcerned about Fuches’ attempt at escaping his hotel room in What?!, nor how quickly Barry scaled like three storeys to join Fuches on the balcony, like that is one of the funniest sight gags of the entire show to me … that Barry, he so strong, but so so stupid

maybe i love harry that doesn’t mean i don’t hate him

My dream life is full of flowers.

Daughters really do share deep rooted emotional trauma with/inherit deep rooted emotional trauma from their mothers and I know it’s true bc whenever I try to approach a sensitive topic with my mom, no matter how calm and civil and patient I intend to be no matter how much I’ve practiced what I want to say no matter how OK I was even a moment before, I always involuntarily burst into desperate, angry hysterics the moment I open my mouth. As though it’s coming from a place buried so far within me I cannot even register its existence until it has overtaken me. And I know I’m not alone on this either. There is so much we internalize from our mothers that we never learn to contend with. That we never even learn to recognize

Every woman is essentially a Russian Nesting Doll of trauma. There’s my pain, then open me up and neatly nested inside is my mother and her pain, crack her open and there’s her mother, and then