if only everyone could know that zuko is a prodigy like his sister, unfortunately his special talent is called “breaking and entering” and he can’t tell anyone about that
if you wore pink to see Barbie (2023) today I love you. if you dressed up as one of the barbies I love you. if you gasped and cried and laughed while watching the movie I love you I love you I love you
Anyone ever think how Charles living in a ghost town is very much the peak of having life pass you by, dissociation and melancholy depression as a town itself. You ever think about how jarring the vibrancy of dbt would’ve been for him. The relief he would’ve felt for Donovan’s sake that he’d grow up with this instead. The way you feel when you go outside after weeks rotting in your room. Despite any of the strex history of db it’s ALIVE. It’s very aggressively fucking alive, it’s a healing community vs the death and almost paused existence state of pine cliff
“I just don’t like to accept any food or drink from others. I don’t know why. I swear: it’s nothing personal. I’ve just been that way the moment I came here. There’s this nagging feeling on the back of my head every time someone hands me something. Don’t you dare take it, just don’t. Don’t do it.”
the screwdriver episode is the funniest fucking podcast episode ive ever listened to. Minkowski being like “HOW do you lose a screwdriver in a closed room” girl… cannot relate.
queerplatonic cohabitation is so weird. you’re my soulmate. you’re my best friend. i’m not in love with you and never will be. i’m not in love with you but people will always think i am. we’re family and something more. something as old as humanity. something that feels new. we’ll never get married but if i had to it would be to you. you tell your parents we’re roomates. we’re gonna buy a house together. i trust you more than anyone in the world. some days it still feels weird to hold your hand. i will never know what it tastes like to kiss you with tongue. i want to know what it feels like to grow old with you. sometimes in the middle of a conversation about groceries i look up and realise we’re turning into our parents in a hundred little ways like the silliest, softest trope of an old married couple, and i don’t hate that for us. i wish they wrote more stories about this kind of love. i wish i wrote about it, too.
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