Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown, like a dog without a bone.
today I saw a preteen girl pick up Mean Girls at Target and ask her friend what it was. She didn’t even know. She said it sounded dumb. The people are forgetting. The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
When i was little i never thought that eyebrows would ever be this important to me.
leo is chasing after that jack nicholson aesthetic like his life depends on it
the irony of erasing arianne with trystane is literally oustanding
like. there’s an impressive amount of ridiculousness in that choice.
'you will not rob my of my birthright, you little shit' - arianne martell, like every chapter