To my horror, while watching a TV trailer for The Addams Family, it struck me I’m doomed to never find the love I crave. Because my role models are the eternally undead Gomez and Morticia.
I love their undying devotion and the way they express it. He swoons when she utters French words and plants those exceedingly silly kisses all the way from her fingers up to her arm. She acts all nonchalant, like she doesn’t care, then they embrace and kiss and combust into flames.
A dysfunctional and macarbe love, that’s what I’m looking for. And I’m not even joking, that’s the most frightening part.
Saturday, January 3
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