alex, 1994, they/them, under 21 dni.

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blog deals with triggering themes; dead dove/do not eat.

devotion, kings and lionhearts, messiahs and machiavels, whatever our souls are made of yours and mine are the same; family horror, regular horror, platonic lovers, romantic twinships, psychosexual tangles, codependent siblings, unholy soulmateism, The Narrative™, cannibalism as tenderness, love = hunger, the divine within the profane; evil manic pixie dream girls, rotten soldiers, right hand arm.mans. and most importantly, silly rabbits.

oh lol caleb carr never mentioned that his father was lucien carr i'm an idiot. can't even call him a nepo baby with the way he literally died at sixty something due to the lifelong complications of lucien carr beating the shit out of him as a kid . fucking beat poets man

i finished the memoir. devastated. typing this through ugly sobs. i can't remember the last time i cried this hard from a book. masha died in 2022 and caleb carr died in 2024. it really is true what they say that people will stave off death if they have something to stick around for, and caleb carr did. what a deeply moving love story. i need to go blow my nose

tucked in bed cuddling my noodle literally bawling as i finish this memoir

i just don't think "what if a dad was average good and then his little sonboy who used to be a good sweet boy suddenly killed a girl. and the dad cried. isn't the internet scary. society. " is a particularly interesting or innovative or groundbreaking premise. go read friday black by nana kwame adjei-brenyah or rejection by tony tulathimutte and experience real #deep #commentary and maybe you'll calm down

everyone in the tag talking about what a fantastic show it was. like it was fine. it was perfectly mid. predictable, preachy, didn't go into the alleged subject matter nearly as much as it should've, got a bunch of things wrong about how the red/black pill movement even works. it was full of missed opportunities to actually say something beyond the standard "isn't it scary how the internet is radicalizing boys into misogyny? it's only the bad apples in the scary internet. it cannot possibly be anything else". it really is nothing to call home about. the children choir needle drops were hilariously hammy. like i'm not made of stone of course i felt emotions when the dad cried, but he was a two dimensional character so it ultimately doesn't really mean much. everything has a coat of prestige tv paint on it these days regardless of the writing or execution and people see some blue filters and camera gimmicks and go oh my god that was so #deep

aight finished adolescence. it was alright. ep 3 by far the best of the 4, but ultimately it was very much an after school special with a high budget and great acting. andrew tate is scary and its never the parents faults when a boy acts out we get it

ok episode 3 was really good it has got to be said. i loved this bitch

too many first class tumblr citizens (people with cool dashless urls) following me because of my severanceposting. crying. stop looking at me i'm indecent

i thought we were already aware that imogene was a child bride though. i was fully like yeah they basically outright said it when they were like "she was half as tall as a normal woman" 😭 i thought her weird ghost haunting irv was kind of a gag. in my defense it's the child exploitation show. reddit connecting the dots is nice but i watch the show with my heart not my brain. and i get there faster

cobel and her mysterious shared history fellow exploited child soldier who's already broken out of his indoctrination therefore becoming her foil......... well you know what they say. it's all about lesbians with a freudian Exception

i need horny images of my blorbos NOW *my telekinesis throws everything across the room*

i miss having interests