it’s all a swamp, honey.

ok when i heard taylor and travis got a dog i was expecting some doodle not a samoyed

wait i finally read my second blacklist evaluation after putting it off for like two weeks bc the first one was so nothing and this one was actually really nice and had decent feedback

substantially large spider drowning itself in my dog’s water bowl it’s like okay how does a stupid motherfucker even find themselves in that situation

going to get something off my chest that is going to get tomatoes thrown at me and it’s not out of any malice toward her as an individual but zendaya as fashion icon has never done much for me. it’s like something about how her extreme thinness is like a prominent, essential facet of what people are often praising about her looks that has always rubbed me weird. the gowns are generally good but rarely knock me off my feet. 2024 met gala is her best imo. again, like her as a star in other aspects it’s just always been that one facet of it i’ve snagged on.

anyone who wants permanent standard time instead of permanent daylight savings time is a fucking freak

something great about heb is that it manufactures most of its own store brand products in house so i am basically safe eating their raw ass spinach rn

there are so many things in this world that are horrifying that are not generational trauma

it actually just occurred to me that my vision for this vague new idea i’ve been simmering on while watching a bunch of movies to get inspired over the past month which is, broadly, about loving someone with a chronic illness / asking someone to love you through a chronic illness would be basically the exact antithesis of that awful bly manor epilogue

i actually hate mike flanagan so bad it actively fuels me to keep going in film like i am on a mission to provide an alternative to the god awful fangless styleless oeuvre this man has ushered in that has permeated the horror genre as a whole and if i fail at least i failed fighting for something

kind of in a vanessa hudgens anti-masker place regarding the explosive diarrhea parasite like *not* eating my blueberries and my spinach is not an option so i guess if i get the month-long turbo shits from it that’s what god had planned for me