Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Before I say anything, anything at all, I gotta know: How did you never point me in this direction before? That's almost cruel of you! But I forgive you because THIS. All of this.
I don't know where to begin, where to end or what my own name is at this point. I think I've just perished and gone on to a bloodied, gory, horror heaven. If such a place exists, I'm there. Smith & Wesson are my favorite. American Psycho is my favorite. You're my favorite. I can't even figure out how you've managed to do this (the entire vibe of the movie is perfectly executed and perfectly paced and the characters still somehow feel like them while still staying true to the vibe of the book as well. I'm in awe.) but Christ have you ever managed to do the fuck out of this. Beautiful, so utterly beautiful.
“I’ve been having these dreams,” the boy starts. My eyes stay half-lidded. I have dreams too. Fire and serrated edges and the pin-pricks of insect legs. My new happy place. I'm going to live in those sentences.
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I don't know where to begin, where to end or what my own name is at this point. I think I've just perished and gone on to a bloodied, gory, horror heaven. If such a place exists, I'm there. Smith & Wesson are my favorite. American Psycho is my favorite. You're my favorite. I can't even figure out how you've managed to do this (the entire vibe of the movie is perfectly executed and perfectly paced and the characters still somehow feel like them while still staying true to the vibe of the book as well. I'm in awe.) but Christ have you ever managed to do the fuck out of this. Beautiful, so utterly beautiful.
“I’ve been having these dreams,” the boy starts. My eyes stay half-lidded. I have dreams too. Fire and serrated edges and the pin-pricks of insect legs. My new happy place. I'm going to live in those sentences.
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