Reading Fanfiction Isn’t Enough Anymore, I Need To Cradle Him Safely Inside My Ribcage

I’m nothing but a collection of regrets morphed into the shape of a person who can’t let go…

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

so. the ending of ahb has not changed since i last read it. this one's on me guys

Recent Midnight Mass com, finished my third rewatch a little bit ago and the concept's been bouncing around in my head for a while.

“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

the first-winter-in-vermont version of richard papen is a little too relatable sometimes

i just can’t escape them

If i had a nickel for every time i cried my way through the last episode of a mike flannigan series, i would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened two times

i appreciate it, i am in fact very scared for communion

watching the last episode of midnight mass right before church on a sunday was perhaps not my smartest idea…