Back when I first watched normal people it got to the episode where they were eating popsicles all the time and I was like wow that’s so hot so I went to the store and I bought some popsicles and for several months after I was really into popsicles.

The greatest romantic horror of our time waiting to be written is a story in which the world’s most miserable r/kidfree poster and the world’s most miserable r/dogfree poster form a psychosexual obsession and stalk each other and fall into intense hate that can only be consummated in an extremely gruesome murder-suicide. Children and dogs are cheering from the sidelines of course.