To be soft, for me, is so often pretense

The scene where Nona accidentally listens to Camilla and Palamedes's tape recorder conversation is so interesting to experience. Because on the one hand oh my GOD "it's not you it's me wearing you" I'm so normal about them I swear. But also this is a series that shares information very slowly and very intentionally. And like it still leaves a lot of unknowns sure but at least for me suddenly getting just direct discussion of the plot and what the hell was going on was such a new experience it really felt like "oh shit am I supposed to know this I feel like I'm not supposed to just know this" which fits well with what Nona was experiencing at the time.

ofmd watchparty in one week.... so excited :)

also.... its way too soon to start planning things, but i would really love to do another next year if this goes well..... so watch this space.....

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

I really hope attenborough just keeps going, I hope he hits 200 but everyone is too nervous to like bring it up or study him or whatever cuz it's david attenborough

Shout-out to aromantic people whose lives are so fucking busy that they periodically forget what day of the week it is. today is Wednesday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.

Today is Thursday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.

It's June 5th again!

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

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