Sometimes Falling In Love With A Character Is About Seeing Yourself In A Character, Or What You Could

“I think women like to read about murderous mothers and lost little girls because it’s our only mainstream outlet to even begin discussing female violence on a personal level. Female violence is a specific brand of ferocity. It’s invasive. A girlfight is all teeth and hair, spit and nails — a much more fearsome thing to watch than two dudes clobbering each other. And the mental violence is positively gory. Women entwine. Some of the most disturbing, sick relationships I’ve witnessed are between long-time friends, and especially mothers and daughters. Innuendo, backspin, false encouragement, punishing withdrawal, sexual jealousy, garden-variety jealousy — watching women go to work on each other is a horrific bit of pageantry that can stretch on for years. Libraries are filled with stories on generations of brutal men, trapped in a cycle of aggression. I wanted to write about the violence of women. […] I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains…I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”

— Gillian Flynn, “I Was Not a Nice Little Girl”

“a seventeen year old girl is just never, ever, ever in her prime! ever! i am in my prime! would you test your strength out on me? there is no way, there is no way anyone would dare, dare test their strength out on me! because you all know there is nothing stronger than a broken woman who was rebuilt herself.”

hannah gadsby: nanette (2018)

i don't get people who hate euphoria but love skins. at least euphoria has pretty colours. at least it isn't british.

i thought everyone was kind of, a little bit... exaggerating. i had been in love, but it wasn't like that. the world was still just-the-world. the sky was lovelier next to them, yes, but love wasn't the awe i had heard about. it was deft and sly and beautiful - but i was sort of privately scornful of true love as a concept. i thought that poets are often full of drama - i'm a poet, after all. all the crying and sighing and world-shifting. i thought - nobody actually loses their appetite, nobody actually gets butterflies. people like to believe they're in love a lot, and the placebo effect will do things to you. no wonder other people lost sleep - i thought: well, that makes sense for them, but it is not going to happen for me.

and then i met her. and then it was real, and i knew something had opened that could never go back to sleep.

Witness the moment part of Ben’s soul leave his body

"no way lucy liu can be in her 50s" "Lucy liu didn't age at all since the 90s" yes she has and she still looks good Why are you so obsessed with equating beauty to youth Why are yall so afraid to admit that you just find an older woman hot?? cowards

So do you like villains because they're cool, or because it's cathartic to see characters completely lash out against the world for their trauma and abuse and just be angry for all their pain in a manner that doesn't actually affect anyone since it's all fictional.

@moon.cheon