so annoying when zombie media doesn’t call them zombies. ppl were calling that dude that did bath salts and bit someone a zombie and it was just one guy and you’re telling me ppl would see hoards of undead cannibals and go “omgg these guys are crazy..they’re like freakers or something..”
I wanted to hear her say, “We are not amused.” Bet you five quid I can get her to say it. Taking that bet would be an abuse of my responsibilities as a traveller in time. Ten quid? Done.
And personally? To be in the tickets booth, and see young girls, teenagers, adult women, coming in to see Barbie,
the most highlighter pink outfits, some of them coming in with the dolls they’re dressed as, laughing to each other, cheering for each other,
to see the men they’re coming to see it with, dressed in pink, cheering them on, taking their pictures with smiles and cheers in the lobby at the photo op
touches something so deep in me
I can’t say any nuances of the movie that haven’t already been said, but like, fuck man, love is so deep and so kind and to be able to see glimpses of it from behind my little ticket desk makes me a little less nihilistic.