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I will eat you alive
I will eat you alive
And there’ll be no more lies
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Beneath Lilies by Vanessa Palmer
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SISTER BEATRICE + details
was listening to an npr story about adult loneliness and the difficulties behind making friends during adulthood and the researcher said that a mind boggling 12% of adults actually identify as having “no friends at all” and that loneliness is actually found to be a DIRECT cause of death, and is actually worse for your health than poor diet lack of exercise or smoking. that is why it is critical, internet lesbians, that we all be besties
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people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you
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dream team! background version
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dream team! background version
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Parallels
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turns out Sister "Nuns Don't Fidget" didn't actually break the habit. Where in Season 1 Beatrice physically restrains herself from fidgeting by clasping her hands or folding her arms or gripping her wrist, Beatrice starts Season 2 with her hands constantly in motion
KRISTINA TONTERI-YOUNG as SISTER BEATRICE WARRIOR NUN (2020-2022) 2x01 // 2x02
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lesbian masculinity is literally one of the hottest and most attractive things in the world sorry.
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“I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pickup truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
Danusha Laméris, Small Kindness
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Sometimes the simple truth of being alive just... moves me
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Screencap redraw of my favorite scene of the show 🙌
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Love seeing Beatrice's cute little pout, confusion, panic, quiet happiness, sorrow, grief, and anger. Especially when she fell asleep after getting tranquilized. Like the range that she has.