what if we were best friends, and what if i fucked your boyfriend because i couldn’t fuck you, and what if i killed you—so haunt me then!—and what if i ate you so i could finally have you all to myself, and what if i ritualized your death so i could consume you over and over again, and what if i didn’t know where you ended and i began, and what if we were both girls
no more "in my humble opinion", from now on it's "from my grandiose and objectively correct deductions".
tucks you in and kisses your forehead then shows you my knuckle tats that say SEEP TITE
Wow this sucks I'm gonna kill *remembers that suicide jokes only worsen your mental health and that the first step to healing is stopping* you
lawd my vijinx brain is coming back bc i’m rewatching it for the fifth time
don’t think i can call it a hyperfixation anymore fam im afraid im just long term insane about this piece of media
listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.
