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Everyone seems to be focusing on the aspect of Nasha loving every version of Mickey, and not on the fact that each version of him - no matter how they differed - shared the same undying love for her.

everyone has been saying nasha was the only person to not ask mickey what it was like to die, but no one is making the connection that she didn’t have to ask bc she already knew. on presumably 3 or 4 occasions, nasha held him as he died an agonizing, horrid death. she was the only person who even thought to give him comfort in those moments. she’d never ask him how it felt, she knows.

gay men brought back 70s mustaches, lesbians brought back 80s mullets, and now straight dudes are just walking around with both thinking they stumbled onto this styling choice by accident. say the line meryl (cerulean sweater monologue but specifically about how gay culture creates taste)

Thank you. I hope everybody thinks this

just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense