im no expert but if i were the 1930s equivalent of a gajillionare i would invest in something more reliable than an expansive torture hotel which would inevitably lead to my early, self inflicted demise but hey that’s just me
We found ourselves in front of the most beautiful old farmhouse. It was three bedrooms. And two stories and a basement. They told us that it had been built in 1792. It was in great shape. It felt like it was meant to be. Like the universe just wanted us to be there at that moment.
american horror story characters: constance langdon “Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things. I was going to be somebody. Person of significance. Star of the silver screen, I once thought. But … my dreams became nightmares. Instead of laurels, funeral wreaths. Instead of glory, bitter disappointment. Cruel afflictions. Now I understand. Tragedy was preparing me for something greater. Every loss that came before was a lesson. I was being prepared.”
My Type is Homicidal 