It was a real turd circus down there, man

doctors be like "we have no idea what causes this extremely mysterious illness" and the illness is something that affects 1 in 8 women

if you build “community” around hating other people, just know that the second you step out of line—regardless of your moral uprightness or the hypocrisy on their part—you’re the next person they’re going to tear to pieces.

As a kid, I wasn’t allowed to touch the hot stove with my bare hands. But now I get to do it whenever I want

Going a little insane over how love in tma isn't always enough or even a good thing. Over how love is so so important in this show but often makes things so much worse. Jons stalking wouldnt have shaken Tim so much if he didnt care so much about him, once. Martin's role as The Lover and how deeply in love he is for a long time cant be an anchor from the lonely because its a direct cause of it. Jack never wouldve gotten permanently burned if Agnes didnt genuinely love him and enjoy the time they spent together. The corruptions entire deal, the way that Jane loving something like this makes her feel like she isnt a Person, like nobody's a person, because shes so drowned in (metaphorical) abuse she can only see the world through the lens of this relationship. Daisy and Basira loving each other actively keeps them from becoming better people and actually changing their world views at all for ages, to the point they only start to become better When Separated in a way where they're also separated from their shared ideology. Love is so extremely important in this show, love saves people love ruins people love makes them keep going even when theres nothing good waiting and love is the reason they stay in hell. Its so...

stab scene intimacy coordinator

Yes, that is my circus, and, yes, those are my monkeys, but I am not on shift yet.

taking off a mask to reveal what lies beneath as a romantic gesture is overdone, and besides i want to see the romantic or even platonic potential of protecting someone's identity beneath the mask, without any expectation of ever being allowed to see what's under it. picking it up and holding it gently to their face when it's knocked off and they're in danger of being exposed, without trying to catch a glimpse of what they "really" look like under there. throwing yourself in front of them to hide them from view while they put themselves back together without taking advantage or looking back to see what you're protecting. learning to read them by body language, tone of voice, and behaviour so well that you never need to see their face to feel like you know and understand them.

never kill yourself . your next apple could be so good it makes you feel like a horse