the trailer looks so good but I’m so scared I’m gonna be crying my eyes out when I watch it
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the trailer looks so good but I’m so scared I’m gonna be crying my eyes out when I watch it
who looks at their new born child and goes “ahhh he looks like an aberforth”
Gonna post a real thing for TGI anniversary tomorrow but just winding down for sleep and thinking a lot. I want to say thank you to those of you who had patience and grace with me when I was recovering. Mostly, I want to thank you for your belief. Figuring out my new normal was a series of timid, newborn baby deer steps. It was a tremendous amount of care, not a lack of it. And now a year later, I have done the biggest tour of my career and I’m now 5 shows into a completely different (and sold out!) SECOND tour celebrating the origin story. I know that the best of you expected nothing from me, only that I prioritize taking care of myself. And I love you dearly for that. But you must know how good and strong and beautiful it feels to return and give you EVERYTHING I’ve got instead.
I am coming undone with love. Thank you.
going through the badlands archive for anniversary celebrations and found these New Americana stills from some set ups that didn’t make the final vid. I love the whiplash of moods lol little baby.
your idol sketches because I might be a bit obsessed with the song and their performance
If I was Emma I would’ve accidentally hurt Zara with a sword or somthing idgaf
your idol sketches because I might be a bit obsessed with the song and their performance
jesusss christ I hate this ending
reading Lord of shadows again and I forgot how much HATE I had for some of these characters jessussss CHRISTTTTT
FIVE MORE GODDAMNED DAYS UNTIL JIMIN IS BACK
so does Beetee lose his wife and his 2nd child
idk what it is but it hurts so much more thinking you’re prepared knowing what would happen when haymitch won and onwards ,, and then getting hit with shitshow of tears
Maysilee would have humbled Young Coriolanus so badly. I can see her insulting him in different colour ways until he cries. She would call him "cabbage breath" "Coriolanus the anus" "rich wannabe". The possibilities are endless really.
Suzanne did such a good job writing this. ofc I knew what happened in Haymitch’s game by the end but nothing could’ve prepared me for the amount of crying. The pain Haymitch goes through continuously
the way haymitch must have seen it as all his ghosts coming back to haunt him at once when katniss walked onto the train with the face of burdock and asterid, the pin of maysilee, the voice of lenore dove, and a background so devastatingly similar to his own. of course sweetheart slipped out. and of course he did everything he could to keep her alive
I’ve got so much to say about SOTR
The early nights are confusing for the soul, but the forced retirement might do me some good. We went to a dance party. We were the youngest ones there and it was beautiful watching people a decade older than me find joy in nostalgia. I loved Anora. I miss New Jersey. I have been making Christmas ornaments by hand for my future family. I have been taking care of my mother. She has good days and bad. All of this in the few moments between the work and the work and the work. Confetti shot out of a Canon once the crowd already left the building. I feel as though it was all for nothing. It’s a dry, cold, itch. Maybe I’ll hide again until a tour when the sun comes back. Maybe I won’t make a sound. Maybe I’ll sleep. Maybe I’ll choose different this time with my restart to zero, my bonus life I pulled from a box. And pull from a box with a needle every 3 weeks. Maybe maybe maybe. Maybe I fixed everything so I could do this one thing again, without realizing that one thing was what needed fixing. I am tired and I forgot how to have fun. I complain too much and I should keep it to myself, I’ve been told a lot the past few weeks. But the thing is that I can’t. I have an unrelenting ache and a never ending whine that must crank out of me like a tornado siren in the dark. That’s what’s been wrong with me the entire time, couldn’t they see? I’ve always needed to be seen to exist. But now they don’t see me, and I’m still existing. Perhaps, problem solved. Regrettably.