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i love when a normal night turns into "will I or won't I pass out" and the answer is always yes
just. thinking again. and jen's trial. that moment she looks in the mirror and goes "i look like one of my customers". and she breathes in and is more than a little disturbed by that image, by that thought, by being faced with, basically, how low she's fallen. and it's like. when they look at the house and agatha is tells jen "it was taken right off your vision board" before side-eyeing billy and that fact that all of this was billy's imagination and understanding of these people and this is what he made of jen. which makes sense because, similarly to agatha, jen's excellent at really selling her own veneer. that's the only thing he's capable of seeing in jen because that's the only thing jen can bear showing. it's simply a reflection of the walls she's been putting up. but jen is definitely standing there, thinking the road changes for the coven, and this is what it reveals about her true identity. that she's no better than a vain, lonely woman seeking answers to all her problems from snake oil salesman. and you can hear that she also means this is not who I am when she says this is not where I die. the nightmare is not only in her hallucination of the doctor she believes bound her, but all around her.
one day the sun will explode and as little shards of mars pierce my skull and the sockets of my eyes. i will know that life was meaningful because i was kind, the air was warm, and flowers grew on trees.
when bits of the moon set your hair aflame in a devastating spectacle, it will be worth it to know that in the end, you were here, by my side, as it was always meant to be.
as fragments of our reality splinter into nothing but the freckled space that came before us, the universe will sigh because finally, finally, our souls are intertwined once again.
the end, however is not what brought us together. nor was the beginning. it is the sun in the sky as it burns. it is the moon at night when your eyes are too dark to distinguish pupil from iris. it is the way that my hand brushes yours as cookies burn in our oven.
whimpered grievances and flustered yells litter the streets of our past. nothing hurts quite as much as it did then. the stars in the sky shine brighter because i am not looking at them. i am looking at you.
there is not a screen between us. sometimes but an inch. sometimes less. i wish that i were able to crawl into your skin and make it a home.
did William have friends that he just stopped talking to once Billy took over? I mean we never see him text anyone but Eddie but like .. was he totally alone or did he just ghost people
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I'm incapable of making decisions
"My mother needs me home." (x Agatha All Along, S01E09)
oh this is an insane parallel.
i miss unus annus so much
I just can't afford for you to fall in love with me.
RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE, dir. Matthew Lopez (2023)
can someone who makes gifs get me the part of the Danny/drew video where they're talking about hard Rock Nick and they do the boing boing thing with their hands
RWRB WATCH IT RN
I've seen this movie so many times once my friend was watching it while I was at the pumpkin patch and I guessed the exact moment she was at from memory
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