Walking home alone

Pleasantly surprised by how the abuse storytelling was crafted. There have been entire movies that tried to tackle abuse and failed miserably, but the fucking Evil Dead Burn managed to realistically highlight the shit in a way that was real, but not the whole movie. The violence was the horror. The demons were the horror. The situation was the horror. The abuse was an additional trauma that the character was dealing with while trying to survive the horrors.

i just know there was a weird little girl in the middle ages out there stealing snake's eggs and putting them in her family's chicken coop in the hope of hatching a basilisk

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

you really do turn thirty and everything is different and sometimes better. if you're in line for thirty stay in line bro