23 minutes and counting

jd, thirties. my depression is canceled; i'm back to being in love with everything and everyone.

[anh3-donia]

insane goodwill pickup

[satan-offical]

Teacher: guys this Tumblr post is 36281992 years old and only the long lost Tumblr princess can read it

Me: but teacher, I can read it just fine *starts reading in perfect tumblanese*

[therozanov]

Second time's the charm.

[feedyourdeadnametothevoidfish]

‘capitalism works’ factoid actually untrue. the 62 people who own half the world’s wealth are outliers and should be eaten.

[anarchistmemedistro]

62 8

[technofeudalism]

[g00burr]

Absolutely nuts how they made up a number for this satire post and the correction is that reality is *more absurd* than the number they chose

[anarchistmemedistro]

no i’m afraid it’s even worse than that. 62 was correct in 2016 when the original post was made.

[theythembobdylan]

this is my one wild and precious life fucckkkkkkk fuckkkkkk fucckcckkkkkkk

[minotauri]

[louder than everyone] MAN I THINK IT DEPENDS!

[mewvore]

"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

[6mayhem]

mr. substance abuser has a suggestion for how we should spend the afternoon

[quinnactually]

that's MS. substance abuser to you

[6mayhem]

sorry women sorry sorry sorry you can kick me really hard in the head

[gruntsandpoetry]

Here is the season. Here is the arc:

Berating himself via Gabriella in his head (because of course it would be her), telling himself what he felt with Louis wasn't love. It never was, not after the book. He was only pretending it was. He sees a flash of Mardi Gras just after, immediately followed by the final words they exchanged on the bench playing back to him in reverse...

Mardi Gras, where he was hoping the love they'd fallen back into was real and Louis wouldn't go through with it. But then Louis slit his throat anyway. And then the night on the bench in Montreal when he lost his head because he was so blinded by that same love he couldn't see what was coming. Could be. Hands touch. And it couldn't have been real either time, right? Because Louis has never said it, never uttered the words out loud. Only...

On the brink of death, the truth, pushing past all the self-loathing and self-doubt. He is loved by Louis. And whether these words are truly coming from Paul's ghost or Lestat's imagining of him, the full circle moment is all the same...

He is loved. Even Paul would be able to see it. And now is the time for their new beginning, picking up right where they left off on that bench, imagining their future together. In love. So so so in love...

[dogpuppy]

[bewbin]

EVERYOBODY GET DOWN HES TAKING A CREATIVE LIBERTY

[wovi]

[vampireianthe]

[txt id: "What an age! Every one is dying, everything is dying, and the earth is dying also, eaten up by the sun and wind. I don't know where I get the courage to keep on living in the midst of these ruins. Let us love each other to the end. -George Sand, Letter to Gustave Flaubert, 27th June 1870" /end id]

[5280ft]

[girlmostlikely]

[pissvortex]

[jame7t]

(Comes back from the evil sorceress’s tower covered in suspiciously placed bruises and poorly hidden hickeys) Uh Yeah Uhm she was torturing me Haha don’t worry abt it. By the way have you guys ever considered joining Her Dark Army

[cal3ris]

is this gonna get me fired you think