love the shimmer of unfocused lights among the beauties of its cinematography, and the manner it records how we prophesy the violence of our own country. the only thing i've managed to digest after testing positive for covid, and have gotten better to. truly unique tone with the elapsed time of the

to even make it a day is an uphill climb of expended effort, doing everything you should to the sake of what is needed greater. the next hurdle seems likely to be the biggest. but what's placed before you is the surest sign of the other side, rather than of still and never making any good of it, upo

all of you are wrong and this is even more important than i can say. the evildoing good, wrecking themselves to unwind themselves, lives and lives, going through visions of another's to end up with what comes of theirs.

comfort series +1, i guess it runs out of creativity but somehow between this and another semi-basic villainess series [The Fed Up Office Lady Wants to Serve the Villainess]—even if maybe there's something to be said about workplaces so bad they're romanticizing feudal master-servant contracts—a lot