Episodio 1x1 - Nota 8 2021-09-30 00:41:41perfect penny killed my husband |
Episodio 1x2 - Nota 8.5 2021-10-01 00:06:31que nervouserrrrrr esse final gnt nao o padre fazendo sacrificio pra curar e rejuvenescer serio o jeff beezos das drogas de crockett island entrando na casa monstro???? qse me cagueiai ja to triste com oq qr q vai acontecer com a erin e o bebe gnt q horror a puta desgraçada da bev essa mlr eh o CAPETA gnt serio mike flanagan assassino de cachorro e gato vcs tem noçao mts decisoes cinematograficas nauseantes nesse ep ein fiquei tontissima na praia e tb a aa meeting do padre com o lacrudo do riley jesus AS SAPATOES PQPPP MIKE FLANAGAN VC PROMETE E ENTREGA SEMPREEEEEEEEEE ai ai ai td mundo vendo o meu senhor pruitt por essa ilha (a sapamae vendo o "pai" da sarah hmmmm) e esse jovem q conhece td de td mundo ("ah pipipi meu senhor pruitt fofocou q vc *fala historia de vida td da pessoa*) ai ai q coincidencia conveniente ein mike flanagan Q COINCIDENCIA |
Episodio 1x3 - Nota 9 2021-10-04 00:37:21nao a bev qrendo evangelizar atraves de tentativa de homocidio e falsa ressurreiçao e fazendo aql discurso tosco imundo na reuniao da escola sobre Jamais evangelizar e As coisas tao acontecendo so estou estudando-as! |
Episodio 1x4 - Nota 9.5 2021-10-04 01:54:48o bebe sumindoa conversa sobre mortalidade o joe 💔 E O RILEY TB? ASSASSINO DE ALCOOLATRA |
Episodio 1x5 - Nota 9 2021-10-04 21:31:36nunca vi nd tao egoista e covarde na minha vida I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU RILEY FLYNN WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU |
Episodio 1x6 - Nota 9.5 2021-10-04 23:50:43a união feminina lacrando 🥵 |
Episodio 1x7 - Nota 10 2021-10-04 23:53:49myself.my self. that's the problem. that's the whole problem with the whole thing. that word, "self." that's not the word. that's not right, that isn't… that isn't. how did i forget that? when did i forget that? the body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons. little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside, and i thought i'd despair or feel afraid, but i don't feel any of that. none of it. because i'm too busy. i'm too busy in this moment. remembering. of course. i remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. this matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all, and solid matter? it's just energy vibrating very slowly and there is no me. there never was. the electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air i'm no longer breathing. and i remember there is no point where any of that ends and i begin. i remember i am energy. not memory. not self. my name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. i was before them and i will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain. and i am the lightning that jumps between. i am the energy firing the neurons, and i'm returning. just by remembering, i'm returning home. and it's like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it's always been a part. all things... a part. all of us... a part. you, me and my little girl, and my mother and my father, everyone who's ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy, all of it. more galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach. and that's what we're talking about when we say "god." the one. the cosmos and its infinite dreams. we are the cosmos dreaming of itself. it's simply a dream that i think is my life, every time. but i'll forget this. i always do. i always forget my dreams. but now, in this split-second, in the moment i remember, the instant i remember, i comprehend everything at once. there is no time. there is no death. life is a dream. it's a wish. made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. and i am all of it. i am everything. i am all. i am that i am. |