watching black sails is like i agree with flint. i think flint is delusional. i live in a society. i am bound to my shame. i am free of my shame. i am writing a twelve-page essay. i hate john silver. i love john silver. i am no better than john silver. i am having a crisis of identity. the concept of “identity” isn’t real. the ending is mercifully hopeful. the ending is deeply tragic. i want to rewatch black sails. i cannot rewatch black sails.
obsessed where stories where it is like. the mistakes are unfixable and the worst thing that could happen happened and nothing can go back to how it was. but there was still love in this and love will continue after this and love endures always.
shoutout to stede bonnet. man killed a deadly infamous pirate, had gay sex, set another dude on fire, got dumped and was beaten up by a pirate queen all in the space of like one day. no one is doing it like him
