we're the kings of imagining things

they really did luck out with the backwards spelling of “dracula” going that hard

I was imagining "reverse creep radiohead" as a bit and now I can't stop thinking of "I wish you were special, I'm so fucking special" and laughing

repression doesn’t eliminate desire but distorts it

official library post

lestat really writes like if you gave a toddler cocaine and a password journal

Diane, I am holding in my hands a labubu, a curious gift given to me by Audrey Horne. While I appreciate the sentiment, there is a sinsiter edge to its smile that unnerves me. I will turn him towards the wall when I sleep tonight.

"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".