Just wait until you watch the Season 2 episode, “The Nightcomers,” with Patti LuPone. It’s amazing.

Stop watching it before season 3. TRUST ME. They totally betray the female characters’ arcs. It’s disgusting. The women are sacrificed to make men heroes. Nuff said.

One last death.

Make it so! We need this to happen.

We need a live Blog.

I am so going to watch this and have a lot of tissues next to me. Can we have a live blog or something?

Related, somewhere lost in my Twitter feed about an hour ago was this:

Carrie and Debbie singing together.

If there’s any comfort in this, it’s worth considering that Carrie and Debbie, despite a lifetime of competition and conflict, did achieve a sort of mutual acceptance and reconciliation toward the end. Certainly a lesson for all of us who’ve gone through difficult parental relationships and strive to work their way to…

Mother and baby, together forever:

If there is an after life, I like to think Carrie is chiding her mother saying “Jesus, could you not even give me 24 hours before you stole my limelight?!”

“I miss her so much, I want to be with Carrie.”

I’m done. I’m fucking done. Fuck this hateful farce of a year.

I saw this from Patton Oswald’s twitter, and I agree, I think Carrie spoke through this person.

“drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.”

Fuck this year. I’d have more easily accepted it if it was initially as feared but the headlines that she was “stable” and possibly recovering makes this worse.

“There is a great disturbance in the Force. I have felt it.”

Best possible apocalypse scenario.