In my head, this spot on the blog was meant for a totally different post. It’s a piece I’ve been kicking around for a little bit and had finally decided to start developing in writing. And if you know me, you know my writing process is the same now as it was in middle school. […]
In my email the other day was one of those generated Facebook reminders that say something like “Your followers haven’t heard from you in a while!”. Usually, this reminds me that I haven’t posted anything to be shared to my Facebook page for this blog and that I should probably write something. But this time, […]
While it was true that Harley was in love with her “Mister J”, it was not a balanced love. It was a disgustingly dangerous, violent, tragic love that would make even Shakespeare scratch his head and mutter “what the fuck” before crumpling the paper and throwing it in the fire
You see, Harley wasn’t his girl. Harley Quinn was Joker’s greatest victim.