Nancy is sooo toxic lately. She does whatever she wants and make decisions for others, including Ace, like she ows him. And when things come crawling back at her, she plays the victim card, yelling at everyone and trying to get sympathy from everyone around. She doesn't realise her choices affect others, or she is hurting others.
To be honest, she was so matured in season 1, but in season 4 she is worse than a teenager. She is trying to act like a matured adult, when her actions are childish.
The writing went down so badly in season 4, I can't even begin to think that we are watching the same series.
Also, the way she is treating Ace lately, I don't think so he deserves her. She is still being naive and doesn't value his feelings. Yes. He walked away from breaking curse, but why? To save her life. WHAT THE F is so hard for her to see or understand?!
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l i g h t & s l o w f i l m
Film > Kodak Vision 250D
Camera > Olympus OM-10
Lens > Sakar 1/3.5 f=35-135mm
Saint-Petersburg, November 2023
behance / flickr / digital / yt / sounds
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Unfocused
I see that the
sky resembles lilac blossoms—
bruised peach skin in a
permanent state of blushing,
bashful when the moon shows the world
her naked body;
unashamed and exposed.
Stars start to freckle her shadow.
I start to wonder if my eyes are also small cameras
able to focus my pupils, like lenses, on all of
this majesty unfolding.
I’d blink,
capture a million photographs
and relive moments through images;
remember a day just by the colors it bled.
And maybe it’s just because I’m stoned,
looking at the world for the first time
through a kaleidoscope.
How everything seems to mirror each other.
I keep an array in my pocket,
albeit rather distorted.
Because I find
while I may not remember every detail
of the sunsets
of the bruised lilac skies
of the migrating birds breaking the glass
barrier between Heaven and Earth,
perhaps even seeing their reflection
in the mirroring dimension,
I have tomorrow
another sunset
another day ful of bleeding colors.
So let me unfocus my tired eyes
the warmth of sunlight blooming inside
my ice-barricaded chest
and listen to what the world is telling me.
Seeing is not always believing.
I am taking a leap of faith
into the next day
praying
praying
that I’ll get to relive it all over again.
(C) 2023. Mikayla Smith. All rights reserved.
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