RIP: Desperate Housewives
October 3, 2004 - May 13, 2012Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we’re closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.
~ With some Desperate Housewives finale spoilers ~
It was not the best season of the show. In fact, it was my second least favorite one (the season I hate the most was the fifth, by the way). I was not even expecting too much from this finale. I posted yesterday that I was not feeling anything…
The 3rd season of Body of Proof is the only thing keeping me away from killing myself, now that my life is over.
I’m like bawling…. I’ve been with this show since it started 8 years ago. I’ve basically grown up with this show, which is weird to say about a show like this. I remember not being allowed to watch it when I was 9 years old, but I would pass by the tv multiple times where my parents were watching…
When I first saw Lana Parrilla it went like this:
Who is this wonderous creature?
That face:
That lip scar:
That smile:
That body:
THIS:
New obsession anyone?







