ADDAMS FAMILY VALUES (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

#Someday i gotta write the fic where Mortica meets a Pastel Goth and has to revaluate her Aesthetic Philosophies#Morticia my darling!  You have The Vapours!#I never Knew Gomez!#I never knew pink could be so menacing! It was like looking into a terifying parallel dimension! it was wretched! It was horrifying!#It was- She collapsed onto the fainting couch in Peak Gothic Fashion- EXHILARATING

This was far too good to leave in the tags


I am a huge proponent of going to the movies by yourself. you can go whenever it’s convenient for you, you can spend as much or as little on snacks as you want, AND (the best part of all) no one talks to you during the movie


always shocked that people are like “aah i have no one who wants to see this movie with me so i guess i’m not seeing it :/” like may i change your life with 3 simple steps: 1. go to the cinema 2. buy a ticket 3. see the movie



Steve Rogers is my fitness role model.

In other words, I too want to be injected with a magical serum that’ll give me the perfect body in mere seconds without my having to do any exercise whatsoever.

And then, after punching all the Nazis, I want to sleep for 70 years.


*hannibal lecter voice* Pepsi-Cola is a carbonated beverage dating back to 1893, typically enjoyed with a pleasant meal in the company of loved ones. Effervescence bubbles and seethes in the dark nectar like a thousand tiny gasps for air, reminding us of inky ocean depths, or perhaps of the secret shameful thoughts that boil within our own psyches. Tell me, Will, what dark desires are bubbling to the surface of your mind? Will they taste sweet as syrup if you try to swallow them? Or will they give you a tummy ache?

We inhabit a culture that privileges novelty and growth over the cyclical and regenerative. Our very idea of productivity is premised on the idea of producing something new, whereas we do not tend to see maintenance and care as productive in the same way.

Jenny Odell, How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy (via exhaled-spirals)


my detested rival: why, madam, you look so drawn and pale today! does the small size of your estate not give you enough freedom to take in the sun?

me: listen you waxy, lemon-faced bitch,,


i know i wouldnt survive in an austen novel because someone would be britishly, discretely rude to me and i would be completely unable to restrain myself from calling them a cunt to their face