I Loved You Completely And You Loved Me The Same. Thats All, The Rest Is Confetti

“I loved you completely and you loved me the same. That’s all, the rest is confetti…”

Mike Flannigan your days are numbered

the sun is shining. it’s morning and i can hear people moving outside my door but im still in bed. i don’t think i’ll ever get out of bed, i don’t think i know how to anymore. some days im not so sure im even still alive…

some days i think it’s just me and my letterboxd against the world

i bring a “what if none of this is real and you’re all just figments of my imagination” sort of vibe that my family and friends don’t seem to appreciate

rotting in bed but in a richard wasting away during that first winter in vermont kind of way

If i had a nickel for every time i cried my way through the last episode of a mike flannigan series, i would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened two times