“You know, in the old movies, whenever a girl would get seriously kissed, her foot would just kind of… pop.”

—- Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genova 

and         

——Gong Ji-hyeok, Prince(ss) of Picking Pears (badly. Bruised every one of those fuckers fr)

Stick to the suits, my king. A well-tailored pinstripe and some sensible loafers HATES to see my man coming. 

Really did start out ✨🧨Dynamite🧨✨  before the inevitable death of sizzle via dragging miscommunication…

Yu Tu?

 Yes, I wish it was me, too, girl. You got me there. 

✨I like him; I like that autistic man✨ 

For a girly that knows next to nothing about video games, I was pretty invested in the video games surprisingly. And the aerospace. That’s less shocking though. Y’all know I’m out of this world. 😉

This was simply precious. Just two adults working on themselves and overcoming basic, universal obstacles (no scary antagonist trying to wreak havoc and…

Tennis: The Ultimate Form of Foreplay 
✨In this essay I will…✨

Simultaneously gnawing at the bars of my enclosure and picking out my color-coordinated tennis outfit with matching racket! 🎾 (Narrator: this bitch has never played tennis a day in her life) 

Important question though: If I buy a racket, are Zendaya’s talent and gorgeous looks included, or must I buy that separately? Fuck it…I’ll sell a kidney. I’ll throw in the spleen and half a liver if you hook…

The curtsy felt across the world. 
Would go to war for Isabella Rossellini. 

The intersection of religion, power, and politics?! In a singular film?! Oh my GOD! Made. For. Me. 

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(Review here. Inner monologue below. ❤️) 

First and foremost, the performances here are nothing short of incredible. From the first line, first frame even, we’re thrust into a world of intrigue.  While it admittedly unfolds rather slowly, the film never failed to keep me invested. Ralph Fiennes, in particular,…