This week I want to bring some new loves to you that I’m just getting into, not fully married to just yet, but engaged with, if you will.
It’s bananas and I’m riveted to The Path to find out what happens next.
I am always very hesitant to use the term Mary Sue – it’s so gendered, so often used to attack female characters for traits admired in male ones.
It is just too damn hot to do anything but lay naked on the living room floor underneath the ceiling fan with a wet rag on my forehead, praying for Christmas.
You know how sometimes when you’re drunk you stop for a burrito to snarf down before you go to bed and it tastes so good? Locke & Key is that burrito, only it’s full of comic awesomeness.
Restraint, if you can swing it, is a beautiful thing.
I don’t remember ever questioning the how or why of fireflies.
Clearly in the lovestruck early stages of an infatuation, our lovely ladies are just beaming out with the most pure, most virginal love comprised of some amalgamation of sunshine, smiles, rainbows, and dreams that would rival any neon train wreck from the mind of beloved Lisa Frank.