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sicxboy

I have been laughing for like 9 hours

alisonzai

hydro-homies

She’s not wrong

fairycosmos

sharpay was right: this is not what i want. this is not what i planned. and i just gotta say. i Do Not understand

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alwaysbewoke

UNMUTE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! #intears #lmao

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find me this guy

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3 am is such a powerful time. there are people sleeping. there are people partying. there are people having a movie marathon. there are people crying. there are people loving. there are people dying. there are people living. toegther at 3 am.

susielesbian

don’t romanticize 3 am everyone should be in bed!!!! go to sleep bitch!!!!!

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throwback to possibly the most iconic episode of television to have ever aired on this planet

elsaclack

“That drink you spilt all over me, lovers spit left on repeat, my mom and dad let me stay home, it feels so scary getting old” (courtesy of @imperfumedwithobsession)

From her perch on the roof, Amy can see every single person from her prom group strewn about the lake house grounds.

She’s right at the apex of the roof’s two slopes, knees drawn in toward her chest, feet planted flat against the shingles. Her arms are wrapped tight around her knees, fingers clinging to her forearms so tightly they’re practically numb; whether that numbness is from the lack of circulation or the chill in the air, she’s not entirely sure. There’s a sound of whooping and hollering from out in the water, laughter bubbling up over water splashing. It’s dark, but she can see Gina and Milton alternating between splashing each other and splashing Charles and Genevieve by the bright glow of the lights emanating from the back porch. Terry and Sharon are by the slowly-dying fire, seemingly too wrapped up in each other to remember their chaperoning duties, which is a good thing for Rosa and Alicia - they’re darting back and forth between the cooler hidden around the side of the house and the trees some fifty yards off, smuggling luke-warm bottles of beer into the foliage under their shirts. Amy chuckles, tucking her head down against her arm, when Alicia drops a bottle that somehow does not shatter.

There’s something sharp about the laughter, something painful in her chest, and she’s not sure if it’s the serrated edge of betrayal or the bigger, more ragged thing that has been looming like a shadow in the back of her mind for months now.

She can see everyone, except her date - he’s inside, in the bedroom they were meant to share, snuggled up close with Jake’s date.

Coincidentally, she hasn’t seen Jake in a while, either.

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“I’ve already packed my promises, they’re waiting by the door” (courtesy of @taxicabsandcupcakes)

He’s not sure how to label this last box.

The rest of his life is packed away in neatly organized and thoroughly labeled moving boxes, currently packed in the back of the moving van idling by the curb downstairs. His apartment is totally empty for the first time since Gina moved in nearly ten years earlier, and as he stands surveying the place from his cramped kitchenette, he feels a sense of melancholy like a whisper in his chest.

Well, the apartment is nearly totally empty. There are a few nails protruding from the walls here and there, and that odd succulent-looking growth in the left corner of the window beside the space his bed used to occupy, and this last unlabeled box on the kitchen counter.

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