apparently Sylvia Plath once had a dream in which Marilyn Monroe came to her like a fairy godmother and did her nails and promised her a “new, flowering life” like two depressed early 1960s American icons.. one literary, one filmic… coming together in a glamorous psychic dreamworld… an iconic moment for all suicidal bixches everywhere
people say the animorphs covers are *creepy* but the actual in book transformations are all like ‘then her face cracked in two, her organs melted, her bones all snapped and reformed backwards, and her fingers and toes fused together. she couldnt cry because her tear ducts didnt fucking exist anymore. everyone looked at the ground so they wouldnt throw up looking at this’
