Re-reading the six deaths of the saint by Alix Harrow has given me a terrible book hangover. I want to open my chest so i can tattoo it on my lungs and feel "they will never know my name" every time I breathe.

May do a compilation for a quick seronotine fix of my favorite passages.

The new Superman looking honestly fine as hell

Spillati non mi avrete né stavolta né mai

Non posso tornare in prigione

Families that would be best if they remained unfound

Look at how pretty Camille is I miss my baby so much

God fucking dammit

I am SO SOUR ABT THISSSS I can’t properly articulate it rn

Fucking fuck

I’m still forcing @pettyinpink to finish it with me but god I’ll be salty

The third season had a 97% ON ROTTEN TOMATOES

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