i am not afraid although i stand in the shadow of the valley of death
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i am not afraid although i stand in the shadow of the valley of death
im gwen, 22, she/her
but if there’s a Dinosaur Jr. that means…T. rex…
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He had eaten nothing but grapefruit and cottage cheese.
He had made calls to mysterious women.
He was starting to make deals with Cuba.
And in this state, he realized. Anything was possible. He rode on that high, that high that HIGH!!! That HIGH that actors SOUGHT FOR, they THIRSTED FOR. They wanted to be recognized. Older Timothee had bee recognized before,yes. But not like this.
And when he was at the Met Gala, with his beautiful new hips, tits and face, he smiled. He smiled with his not so twinkish smile on his face Tim o xie Xairamet. The face tune was real, in its own way.
Like those roles he played, the surgeries he endured, the relationships with Lily Rose Depo and Kylie he let burn brightly and indulgently and fizzle out with the same intensity.
Reporters liked him. Children online started to “Stan” Richard Nixon.
People were starting a new colony online based on his portrayl of the president. And the headspace remained .
The years went on, Kylie and him had a few biological children. The relationship, once passionate, has started to die when Trimothee stated to gain more weight for his Richard Nixon 2 Movie. Watergate 2. The retirement years. His online fans, who coveted his young body, left him. He was alone once again. He started to get into drugs again. Poppers.
He frequented clubs in LA. sometimes people recognized him, sometimes they didn’t. He shaved his head, he wore silicone prosthetic masks, sometimes he went shirtless, sometimes he wore shorts of his face in “Ldaybird.”
Every night he brought back guys, maybe ones who recognized him from “Call me by your name.” He sighed and took them with the same neutral expression, the same practiced motions. And slowly, slowly, that’s how TIMOTHEE CHALAMET began to die. On those basketball courts. In the flashing lights of gay clubs. In the gutter, on the scale.
One day he was coughing up blood. He could care less. His life had long felt over, coughing up the phlegm of decades past. The neon and soft Italian waters long gone and tired: he thought back to the inciting incidents.
He thought back to Nixon. He felt his heat drop silently in that hospital bed. The IVs hurt. And his skin was too thick and he was far too dehydrated for the nurses to get a good draw, so they elected to go into his hands, once delicate. He thought of the role that had taken over his body , taken over his mind. And the heart rate monitor beep beep beeped. He felt a strange calm over take him, and as his eyes faded gently, the last thing on his mind was …
“I’m not a crook,”
when I do anything with confidence I feel like Tyler catastrophe
it’s about young dudes trying to get old dudes to buy drinks for them at the goth club
is a Bloody Mary supposed to have a lime in it
my whole life lately feels like when mr. orange gets shot 10 minutes into Reservoir Dogs and he's just pathetically bleeding out all over the place for the entire rest of the movie's runtime
i hate being around people with reactive behaviors
just realized im kind of a fat miserable SOB who takes pleasure in people’s pain ohhh welll people don’t remember me majority of the time so i can’t help but poke at the edges of their wounds
currently wishing I’d get attacked and gored by a coyote
that post couch nap hangover state
the post long movie hangover state
that post couch nap hangover state
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