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@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

brandonjordanpics

severedfloors-deactivated202409

something something joel and ellie interpret the radio transmission from bill and frank - an 80s song - as a call for help, and so does the audience. but then by the time we get to see what bill and frank have been up to, we understand that the 80s music playing on joel’s radio wasn’t a call for help but was instead bill’s playlist auto-shuffling after he died with frank. that this thing that the audience interpreted first as a sign of fear was actually a marker of love persisting past death. what we first thought would be scary was instead deeply tragic but also beautiful, kind of like the last of us as a whole… something something

crovoroh

I cant believe they turned "he was my partner" and a letter from Frank about how much he hates Bill into a 10k major character death oneshot fanfic

osamusmiya

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ howl pendragon ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

happy birthday @beekugou ｡.｡:∞♡*

mafuyuh

evil i’ve come to tell you that she’s evil most definitely evil, ornery, scandalous, and evil most definitely (doin’ time / lana del rey)

ryebreadgf

bye nyc! love you!

lollytea

i like how writing realistic worlds and characters is so important for so many writers to the point where they agonize over it. meanwhile lemony snicket was just like “death to reality. im gonna write this whole ass series and with god as my witness, absolutely fucking NOBODY is gonna act like a person.”

overthestars-and-offtoneverland

Daniel Handler, after downing whatever the hell he was on: The baby has piranha teeth and can take a trained swordswoman in a fight.

All of us: Fucking genius.

thesixthstar

readers: what time and place is this set in? Daniel Handler: Yes.

ouroborosmotifs

if somebody held their arms out to me and softly told me “c’mere” i would simply break down

nepofledgling

going to therapy is so humiliating. gotta explain symptoms like I know how this sounds and I know what you’re gonna say. and the therapist is like it sounds like you’re having symptoms

iamoutofideas

it's always the fucking symptoms