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If it’s not about books/movies/tv shows/ football then it’s most likely some depressing thoughts.

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LET’S BE REAL, CASSIE’S GONNA KILL HIM!!!

It just hit me that in less than two weeks Matthew Fairchild will 99% be dead and it will no longer be a fan theory that we all just keep pretending is not gonna happen, and we’ll witness what happened to Will happen To James, and Will will be in twice the pain because he’s gonna see his son go through what he went through😭😭😭.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

The Office: The Dundies (2x1) | Abbott Elementary: Holiday Hookah (2x10) 

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- The moment Matt entered the courtroom

- The theme music of daredevil playing subtly in the background when Jen asked who he was

- The very short scene of daredevil fighting the “goons”

- The walk of shame!

People died!!! It’s me (I’m people)!!!

[bnmxfld]

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”

— Kait Rokowski

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You know who I used to find really suspicious? Oscar’s dad, he knew the ins & outs of the building, could get into any apartment, and he had a lot of rage when his son went to prison so I always imagined that he was in a sort of a crime ring that steals valuable stuff from the building and that he was involved in the shady business of Teddy and his son and maybe Bunny found out about it. But now that Oscar is out of the picture that kinda debunked my whole theory🙁.

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I have a question about Multiverse of Madness;

I don’t understand why there are other versions of Wanda’s kids in other universes since they were not reel and only existed in her mind, and since she & vision can’t actually conceive kids (can they?). And also Vision was clearly not there in the other universe as well so did he die there too because of Thanos? And so again how are the kids there?

[themelancholyhare-blog]

“Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportion suspect, pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the absolute focusing of all emotion in another: one has always to love a good many things which the beloved must come only to symbolize; the true beloveds of this world are in their lovers’s eyes lilac opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child’s Sunday, lost voices, one’s favourite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.”

—Truman Capote, from Other Voices, Other Rooms (Random House, 1948)

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I figured it out!

The ghost is the servant lady that worked for James and Cordelia. it makes sense why they keep finding all these clues about the merry thieves, she got sick of their asses and decided to murder them all, and now she feels guilty about it. I don’t blame her honestly.

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Men tell stories, Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.

The nightingale, Kristin Hannah.

[nathanhaley]

1x18 // 8x10

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Michael Faudet (via memoryslandscape)

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Do you ever make a hot drink and it’s steaming hot so you leave it a few minutes to cool down and then forget it was even there or is it just me?

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Blink, and the years fall away like leaves. Blink—and a year is gone. Blink—and five more follow. Blink, and half your life is gone. I do not want to die as I’ve lived. Born and buried in the same ten-meter plot. Blink, and you’re halfway through school, paralyzed by the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing not to do a hundred other things. Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost. Because time doesn’t work like photos. Click, and it stays still. Blink, and it leaps forward.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

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It’s really shitty when you pour your feelings out for someone hoping for compassion and maybe some consoling but all you find in their eyes are looks of irritation and annoyance, as if your suffering and feelings are worthless and they’re not even worth bothering for, as if you’re not even worth ruining someone’s mood with your whining and your little problems, after all, they’re all your fault, you made your choices in life so why are you here looking for compassion?!! It’s all your fault, if there’s something wrong, than it’s you!! Crazy how a look can or a gesture can say all that, right?! Crazy how we lost all our abilities to sympathize with others, how did the world hurt us so bad that we can’t see beyond our own pain? I thought that you’re more likely to understand what others are going through when you experience it yourself, but apparently pain can make us selfish too, it can make us feel as though it’s not someone else’s right to be suffering as well, like it’s some kind of a competition, how dare they claiming that they are not well too? How dare they stealing your right to be the one worth looking after? It’s like we’ve gotten inside this circle where everyone is hurting each other and there’s no one there offering comfort because everybody’s actually looking for it. And for a while I understood that, I understood how I should give other people what I need because they’re going through the same thing too, but I can’t anymore. It seems like a one way street with no end and I can’t keep walking it alone, I’m really tired of being alone. 

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Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me__

George Orwell, 1984.

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Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy How it was supposed to be Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy And you're sitting in front of me