Reminds me of my mom getting remarried several years ago, for about a weekend – dude waited until after the wedding to tell her he expected her at waiting at home with dinner waiting when he finished work.
I dunno, like I get that this version of manhood is “normal” but goddamn is it the most brittle, contemptable fuckin thing
TEAR THEM TO SHREDS. LEAVE THEM BEHIND. LITTLE BOYS DONT GET TO PRETEND TO BE MEN, AND WOMEN ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS DESERVE BETTER.
imagine u see a sad drunk lady yelling at her weird boyfriend in the middle of the night with a giant owl on her shoulder and when u signal to take her out, she just whips right around, snatches two incoming arrows out of the air and pitches them right at some dude on a boat 60 feet away
i love that moment of absolute acceptance and tranquility that washes over you exactly 1 minute and 35 seconds before an exam begins. when you look at the notes you’ve been trying to absorb and realize that at this point you’re either ready or you’re not and you put them away and all the anxiety and doubt you had up until this moment just floats off you like steam from a hot summer sidewalk after a storm.
i think this exact situation is where actors who have to die on-screen draw their inspiration. that look in their eyes when they realize their wound doesn’t hurt anymore, and they look at their friend, their face awash with acceptance and near-relief, and the light leaves their eyes,
Looking up makeup tutorials for How To Paint Pretty Symbols on Your Own Ass (To Look Like The Slayer of Men and Deceitful Acquirer of Grain That You Really Are Inside)
This has to be some kind of ancient euphemism for what we would now call a gold digger, but it’s so much more…colorful.
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