mer ✧ billy presley single tear

A lot can change in a year. Forever grateful for this person, that night and everyone along the way. ✨💗

Two Marthas in this pic. Little did they know.

Put her in my pocket.

This month, since I came back from London.

Sitting wide open, waiting for his pretty little butch to climb up his crotch.

Her smile can cure me.

Guys, stop running your selfies through AI. I'd rather have a blurry chaotic selfie with Gillian than the no mole, uncanny, yassified version of her.

I'm enjoying every second of Linda Cardellini in Crystal Lake. Gimme a middle aged complex woman full of rage in horror media.

Had a bad day, bought tickets for Oh, Mary! and perfect clogs on sale. Treat yourself kiddos 🙂‍↕️

11 am, and all I did so far is drink coffee and think about Gillian.

Not a day since I came back from London and the internet is already choosing violence.

You’re all flops. I am the Earth Mother, and you’re all flops.

Gillian Anderson as Martha in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf.

I don’t wanna leave London.

So, what were the chances of bumping into Naomi Watts last night not once but twice and one of them washing your hands in the toilet?

I told Gilliana how grateful we are for her as Martha but also for Billy, because she makes us gay people very happy. She laughed, scrunched her nose, and looked me in the eye. I left the theatre so moved that I hesitated on doing stage door. Life doesn't feel real anymore.

I REBORNED after seeing Gillian Anderson deliver on stage “I'm loud and I'm vulgar, and I wear the pants in the house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. I'm not”