oaughhhhhhhh dunban in hd........

i'm fine, i say. i will not cry this playthough, i say. and then he drops the spoon......................

nemali picking up her fita set and the woman checking her out exclaiming that back in the day, her and her best friend devoured those books together, and nemali saying she was reading it with me. my mother calling twenty pages from the end of seeds of yesterday and asking what I was reading. she flew into a rant about how she’s still so angry with corrine, the paper flowers in the attic, how everything has still stuck with her after all these decades—when I chime in that corrine was a victim, too, and that is also a tragedy. it does not escape me, saying these words, that I’m thinking of my mother and I, especially not when we talk of generational abuse and curses.

thank god for female characters who have something wrong with them amen

having a girl blorbo is like. i need to cocoon her in blankets and let her sleep until noon. i need to cook her three square meals a day so she’s not just living off coffee and the will of god. i need to see her wrestle a pig in the mud. i need to turn her into a keychain and swing her wildly around on my backpack. i need to give her a sword and set her loose. i need to steam her like a vegetable in my rice cooker. i need to grind her into dust with a mortar and pestle and turn her into sand art and display her on my shelf. i need to give her smoochies and kisses. i need to wear her in a locket that’s discovered with my corpse thousands of years later. i need to create a new constellation in her image. i need to cover her in blood.

sorry i'm basic but i love the act of killing someone for the first time as a metaphor for sexual violence

loss of virginity as a social construct representing the loss of innocence, phallic weapons penetrating flesh and being withdrawn stained with blood, guilt manifesting as a feeling of uncleanliness that can't be washed away, the cultural associations of both your first kill and first sexual encounter with achieving manhood/maturity, hesitation or refusal to participate being met with coercion and mockery. you know what it is.

[sexting] no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Edging him until he’s completely delirious and when you tell him to “say the magic words” he accidentally says “I love you”

living under a rock is so fun i love watching a movie that’s been famous for decades and being like wow this is so good.. did you guys know about this

wait it's like actually sending me that if you don't have bath salts to give him, he just... won't take a bath. what if you go to the underworld instead. do you think he literally just stands there waiting for mel all night

describing my relationship to someone by introducing them to people as "an old wound"

at that description they roll their eyes and point out to me that "you're the one who won't cauterise me" and i shoot back automatically that i did try and we're both struck silent for a beat before they respond "... i know" in such a fond yet melancholy voice, and we share a look of such profound unspoken understanding that everyone around us begins to feel like they're intruding on some intimate affair