this is what plays when you’re dying and your life is flashing before your eyes
occasionally subtle

Love Begins
taylor price
Not today Justin
EXPECTATIONS
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
noise dept.

roma★

pixel skylines

Game Changer & Make Some Noise

oozey mess
KIROKAZE
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
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#extradirty
Monterey Bay Aquarium

shark vs the universe
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Romania
seen from Colombia
seen from Indonesia

seen from Switzerland
seen from Türkiye
seen from Angola
seen from Argentina
seen from Colombia
seen from Thailand
seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Pakistan
seen from Ukraine
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this is what plays when you’re dying and your life is flashing before your eyes
with season 13 of it’s always sunny just around the corner i created a little tribute to this crazy show (music: ween - it’s gonna be a long night)
television history
I’m two quarters and a heart down
And I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds
tru detectives
(inspired by true detective)
“Do you know that poem?” John asks him. “’Do not go gentle into that good night’?” “Yes,” Sherlock says. “’Rage, rage, against the dying of the light’?” “I know it.” John takes his hands between his own. The texture of his skin is pressed against Sherlock’s once more. “Let’s go gently,” he says.
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Sherlock has lived sixteen lives. This is his last.
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“You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while”
“I would wear a full-length cape if I could get away with it - I do love a good swirl in a fog.”
“I don’t do cuddles”, Sherlock says as he gets closer to John’s front to be wrapped around him. John knows exactly what Sherlock wants and wraps around him exactly like a Sherlock burrito who hums when John finally starts cuddling him. Sherlock turns his head around a little and pouts his lips, eyes closed demanding a kiss. John doesn’t complain. In fact, he is delighted to kiss his pouty Sherlock burrito.
Michael has asked Pam and me to dinner at least nine times and every time we’ve been able to get out of it. But I’ve gotta give him credit. He got me. Because I’m starting to suspect that there was no assignment from corporate.