someday if someone held my head in their hands and pressed their forehead against mine. I think that would fix me
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Thoughts at 10am...
Fun fact, I sometimes slip up and call @all-the-w-ness Mystic. After 20+ years it’s habit that when someone knocks something off the counter, or does something dangerous, or is just standing in the way while I’m trying to cook... I yell “Mystic no!” or “Mystic Move!”
It takes a heartbeat to realize it’s W not Mystic because honestly, they act so much a like!
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
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Happy birthday Stephen Sondheim
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