#i can’t wait for sunrise in the reaping holy shit

[the-sky-is-heavy-so-i-write]

i love re-examining media i enjoyed as a child (some of which i should NOT have been reading) cause it’s always either still really good or the literal worst piece of shitty garbage i’ve ever read in my life and i wonder how i ever even enjoyed it.

recently however i was re-reading a book series i liked when i was younger and realized it’s a lot more fucked up than i remember. like im reading it and i think holy shit how can anyone like this man (referring to the main love interest) how did i even like this man. it’s truly wild.

i should probably talk to my therapist