you can love somebody without using your hands

my fav insult ive ever received online was the time someone in ig comments told me, with sincere hate and sandwiched beside a slur, “go drink some fuckin liquid” after they saw on my profile i was on a medical liquid diet

Well. I don't think she would say all that.

The funniest part about this is that I do completely understand that the device being used here is that it's supposed to feel inconsistent and jarring and make you reconsider everything you thought you knew about the story but by total coincidence I actually rewatched all of season one literally yesterday and so I'm in a very well-read position to say that nothing new has been revealed about season 1 except perhaps that whoever wrote that speech hasn't watched it recently

In season 1 the point of the "massa" lines is that she's calling Lestat an enslaver

mike, it's actually more interesting for audiences that margaret is an abusive religious fundie (and also a victim of marital rape) who tries to literally beat the idea of sin into her daughter, it is actually TIMELY to adapt that correctly at this particular american moment. WHY is he so scared of every piece of source material that has ever been handed to him? i MUST know

Amazing how I am doing so well all the time and then every July like clockwork. The recollections

my feelings about my past extend on a very complicated spectrum, on an axis from “I wish I’d had a threesome instead of that relationship” vs. “every day I thank god I did not have a threesome instead of that relationship”

unlocking ​a secret third option called gratitude for both the relationship and the threesome

i miss wyll baldursgate3

I'm here today to make my concession speech to the Lestat woobifiers who said she was lying about the train. You won but we all lost.

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians