being a macroorganism is so stressful. i want to know what my cells are doing. I don’t like how unsupervised they are

The Haunting of Bly Manor really tricked a whole group of people into watching a lesbian love story. We love to see it.

Petition to change “he looked at her like she was the sun” to “he looked at her like she was the moon” and any other variation bc I look at the moon in wonder and love and amazement while I’ve only ever just squinted angrily at the sun

He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her except in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days she was muted, he complained. On days she was stronger, he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he’d never seen her before.

dude

oh u wouldn’t know her she goes to a different psychward

this is master level emotional awareness

this literally makes me so happy