hey sorry if i was offputting and strange and bizarre and weird as fuck last night i was just being myself
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tbh the longer u think about polle being a vessel/mouthpiece for anyas pain (like bro their text colors r the SAME COLOR. in a game that assigns everyone unique text colors) and her hatred/resentment toward jimmy and the fact that would mean hes aware of what he did to her on a subconscious level and haunted by it (literally personifying it as a giant pursuing monster) and yet he STILL refuses to regard her as a human being. filling her in his mind as a mascot
the 'ive found myself sexually attracted to cartoon horses'
the fact that anya places her sleeping bag underneath polles statue, who is motion activated... likely as a way to protect herself...
the final speech polle gives. 'poor you. caged and alone'
and importantly. when jimmy tries to throw anyas words back in her face - 'our worst moments dont make us monsters-' polle cuts him off. 'HOLD ON! WAIT A MINUTE! if thats true... why are you still so concerned with HIM' accusatorially... like THATS who you feel sorry for? THATS what you think your worst moment was?
anyway sometimes the relationship between a woman who deserved better and a little cartoon horse mascot is so beautiful. to ME
instead of killing myself i will watch documentary about the ocean
respect all snails!!!1!!11!!!
Iced Maple Leaf Sugar Cookies
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i hate when theres like a funny post but the op of the post has like 10 of those hideous fucking checkmarks and it ruins it
*multiplies you by 1*
Ach im the exact same but a process has occurred
people will say they aren’t attractive and then go create art and then go write beautiful poetry and then go bake a cake for a friend and then go spread positivity and then go write a novel and then continue to say they aren’t attractive, as if everything they do doesn’t count or doesn’t matter, as if societal expectations somehow decide their worth and fate.