Not in like a witchtok Wicca tumblr way but in a spiteful Greco-Roman deity way. For example the guy who made fun of my pink sweater once in middle school will have a monstrous firstborn son with goat horns and bat wings who he will be forced to chain up in the basement to keep him from the outside world
Put em’ on your wall! Put ‘em on your shelf! Try not to listen when they whisper in your ear, “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust”!!
Maybe instead of looking for someone with the same niche musical taste and passion for arthouse cinema, you should find someone who is kind to you and doesn’t know who Dasha Nekrasova is
If my heart yearns for you, I am going to like literally everything you post on your story because I have no shame. If you start liking mine back, we are dating now. I don’t make the rules. This is the modern version of courting the unmarried sons and daughters of nobles, asking them to waltz with you and trying to win the approval of their father.
The French intuitively know this, but we Americans are so prudish. I’m a straight man, but if women are asked to be naked on camera then it’s only fair to show the male actors cock and balls, accentuated by the subtle moonlight streaming through the window, as if it was a Caravaggio painting.
