Being in the top 1% of your top artist is mental, but have ya'll ever been in the top 0.5%? I've done it twice. Once for 2pm and the other for Somo.

the Clue™

what am i looking for in a male character? i’m personally partial to little freaks who have suffered more than jesus so write that down

u guys know sexuality gender and the way u feel attraction can change right. u know you can put labels on and off right. nothing is solid swim a little if you like etc

Thinking about how Catherine and Grigor turn to each other in the wake of Peter’s death. How they were the only ones who witnessed it (Hugo and Velementov notwithstanding). How Grigor is the first person Catherine has to convince that he’s not dead. And how once it is revealed that he is dead, by both of them breaking simultaneously, they two are the only ones truly ravaged by the grief it brings. 

Thinking about Catherine asking Grigor to tell her stories about Peter. Thinking about Grigor’s loyalty being won in the first episode by the simple fact that Catherine makes Peter happy. Thinking about the fact that Grigor won’t kill her because Peter loved her.

The two of them were wholeheartedly in love with the same man. A man who was baffling, who was obviously without remorse or second thought for much of his life. A man who hurt them both, intentionally and unintentionally, over and over and over again. A man who they both had tried to kill, and who had tried to kill them in return. No one else was as completely devoted to him. Not Elizabeth, not Georgina. Everyone else in his life saw him as a pawn, as something to manipulate to get what they want, noted when Georgina states “Nothing I used to own is mine anymore.” and when Elizabeth gets mad at him for not secretly ordaining Paul. Catherine and Grigor though. They get mad at him, yes. They are hurt by him time and time again. But they don’t use him. They love him. Completely and purely. Naively. It is why Grigor is the only person Catherine trusts with Paul. It is why she kisses him when they get back to the palace. The only people who can understand the depths of their grief are them. Their love for him blinded them. Their love for him stunted them. No one else will ever understand the depths of their love for such a madman, and no one else will ever comprehend the depths of insanity they were both slowly driven to by their love for him. In both their love for, and grief of Peter, they are completely united.

“I could’ve said anything else. Any other words. Salt bath, otter spit, Irish stew, hurt me, love me, kiss me, forget all, touch me, hit me, shoot me. Love you with every sinew and one day it will hurt all over to never touch you again. To never feel our eyes meet and inflame me. To never hear an inane thought that somehow made my blood sing. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” - Catherine the Great

“Fuck you for your lack of love. He was a man who felt everything. Not with the hurdles and cul-de-sacs and fences we stop ourselves with. If he was fury, he was nothing but fury, nothing but joy, nothing but killing. He knew life whole, not by measly portion. He loved me that way. He was the rarest of men. He was all fucking in on life! You will never see his like again! For my life ended too, in that freezing water. I loved him. More than I have ever loved anything or ever will.” - Grigor Dymov

I’m just almost done with Season 3 of The Great in Hulu and it continues to shock me it is not that popular on media spaces. It’s such a fantastic series and it has all the elements. It’s so unique and it balances out the comedy and satirical humor flawlessly paired with all these impactful emotional performances. Plus, the cast is amazing. Elle Fanning and Nicholas Hoult chemistry is impeccable and they both do such a good job individually. It’s just great.

In 10,000 years when they’re excavating our bodies im gonna posses the museum curator posing you and I’m gonna put your skeleton in a funny, and quite silly, pose

if energy cannot be destroyed (as proven by physics) then where exactly could the bulk of energy be after disembodiment? (heart and mind)

It dissipates into entropy, like a candle flame being snuffed out.

Only day you can rb this

is she… you know… [makes sword swinging motion] a lesbian…???

screaming crying throwing up finding out that there’s not gonna be a buddy daddies season 2. what am I supposed to do without my emotional support idiot men

i love when characters are crazy in just the right way to be perfect for eachother, but way too batshit insane to be healthy for anyone else

Gender is so funky. Someone jokingly referred to me as their boyfriend earlier and now I’m considering adding he to my pronouns. Yes I will be your she/he/they boyfriend. And I’ll be damn good at it too. 

*picks you up and puts you in one of the many pockets on my jacket that lead to an interdiminsional city that you can’t escape from*

Break ups are so hard because how am I supposed to reconcile the fact that the girl that I thought was the love of my life was the cause of my anxiety for the last two months? How am I supposed to understand that the only person I’ve ever trusted with my body broke up with me because I called her loud playfully? What am I supposed to do with the fact that I worked so damn hard for her and she threw me away the second things got tough? How am I supposed to trust my own judgement after this? When I blinded myself to a multitude of red flags because I thought I could somehow make it work? That I feel the calmest I’ve felt in a long time without her but for some reason I still miss her? That the person who talked to me about always, about a shared house and dumb cats with stupid names, about cooking each other dinner and decorating together tried to convince me that this was all my fault? I trusted her with everything that I was, and she said “You know what I’m like with my friends” when I got concerned about her relationship with a coworker. She dismissed me with “I’m not married” when I asked her for couple’s counseling because I wanted this to work so bad. People talk about having a hard time trusting others after a bad breakup, but nobody tells you about how hard it becomes to trust yourself. A friend said to me today “I’m glad you’re out of that situation” and it stopped my whole day because I genuinely didn’t think that it was so bad that others were concerned about me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know how to go forward. All I’ve ever dreamed of is love and all I find is people who don’t value me how I value them. I’m scared. I don’t know yet how this will affect me long term, but I know it will. I just needed to get this out because past the anger and the grief I’m just scared. I will get better because I have to. But damn will it be hard.