I have negative time to do anything, yet this is how I spend my Friday night after taking myself on a date to see Gifted. It is the softest Chris Evans yet, and it is what my soul needed. The theater was comprised of swooning men and women (the woman next to me literally fanned herself during scenes).
me, reclining on a red velvet couch by candlelight, wearing nothing but a garter belt and black silk robe. I smell like holy myrrh and amber. my makeup is immaculate. the smoke from my cigarette rises above my head. esoteric and occult texts lie open at my feet. admirers shower me in adoration. I am so beautiful the heavens themselves weep with envy.