I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, yes I'm going to be fussy and upset about it. You're the love of my life and we're supposed to be living together.

i love sitting in silence and i love saying nothing

The dominant understanding of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl archetype seems to have largely shifted to this kinda half-baked "I understand you're just a woman with a cluster B disorder but I'm still gonna be weirdly horny about it.' and now we have all these animated shows with Evil Mommy Dom type charact- [I awake with a start from my nightmare and remember that it's the year 465 BCE, I'm a priest at the temple of Sobek, the Egyptian god of might, and I have to hurry and feed more live geese to the sacred crocodile or I'll be in trouble.]

thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane