de gustibus non est disputandem
Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t. Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die. Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
"i was born in the wrong century," the girl sighs as she imagines a future where women have full ownership of their own bodies
If you don’t like Monty Python you’re wrong