She Is 5 Apples Tall (at Most)

Listen, as much as I love the boys…

“Ronan gave in to the brief privilege of hating himself, as he always did in church. There was something satisfying about acknowledging this hatred, something relieving about this little present he allowed himself each Sunday.” thinking about him every day

ronan and chainsaw but it’s me and my new kitten

Episode 5 of the Haunting of Bly Manor makes me sick. Hannah, sweet Hannah, spending the episode in confusion slowly realizing she’s dead. She’s dead and she’s been dead and yet even in death she isn’t free. The cruel irony of discussing a future in Paris with Owen. And yes she turns him down but even if she hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. None of it matters cause nothing could be avoided. She speaks of the mouse and the glue trap and that was always supposed to be her fate. Things change and life moves forward and sometimes you can’t move with it. And what are you supposed to do with that? What can you do?

‘Blue Lily, Lily Blue’ an animation.

rotting in bed but in a richard wasting away during that first winter in vermont kind of way

slithered here from eden just to wait outside your workplace to drive you home and feel like a wild chimpanzee on a sugar high when you flirt with my bald ass. or however the song goes

the pear??

Mr. Flanagan! I loved those bts snippets in your Hill House post. Do you have any behind-the-scenes photos from the making of Midnight Mass you’d be willing to share with us?

(Also, thank you for making Midnight Mass! I can’t tell you how much that show has made a permanent home in my brain, one year on. A forever #1 favorite of mine. Thank you.)

Sure! Here are some my personal photos from the shoot. Hope you enjoy.

“Touch.

And touch.

And touch.”

@little-shit-soph has given me Barty/Evan brain rot, and I’m making it everyone’s problem.

omg ingydar is so fucking good

like the stmbolism?????

the dark cherries as a stand in for blood?????

the comparisons of the horse and the narrator’s experience with childbirth and miscarrige????

the poetry that is the lyrics????

“You are as far from me as memory  With fixtures fracture varyingly  The juice of dark cherries cover my skin  Six years in, no baby” ?????

AAAAAA ITS JUST SO GOOD