The Story Of Tlön —the Fictional World Created Through A Series Of Dictionary Entries By A Group Of

horrid little cat saved me from my devil's nap by putting her paw directly into my mouth

YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN (1974) — dir. Mel Brooks

A moment of light during the siege

people fighting tooth and nail to make the human body a pristine, frozen thing when it is in fact ever-changing and often gross by nature… where is the affection. the respect. let that thing breathe

I only know that we need to get that Scary Interesting guy on this

i know everyone on this website means well, but if you ask me “which of these characters is sadder/wetter/doing worse in general”, and one of the opinions is harry dubois, you’re kidding yourself if you choose the other one. you’re kidding yourself for even suggesting it. he doesn’t know what the alphabet is. everyone he works with fucking hates him. he routinely threatens to kill himself while doing his job. he got broken up with SIX YEARS AGO and is still on like, day one of the grieving stage. he can die from sitting down in an uncomfortable chair. his clothes are soaked in piss and vomit all the time. as if all that wasn’t enough he’s also a cop like come on guys nobody is doing worse than him, we should just accept he’s an unattainable #1 and start polling for who is in second place

Surely it's been more than said before but the fact that Logan Roy's last words to his children aren't an angry tirade, or a proper apology, but a measured, calm and devastating 'you're not serious people'; and how despite rooting for the kiddies, and knowing that Logan Roy did nothing but terrorize those around him, how the man can't help to 'kick a dog and see how many times he comes back'; the previous and the next episodes do nothing but prove how right he was... I'm just-

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

my apologies, madam. if i knew you were a weird and strange woman i would have followed immediately