
gracie abrams

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Claire Keane
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@hecateshounds
you seem avoidant for a girl who’s so hungry to experience the full breadth of human connection
I have to make mistakes in order to learn & grow
It's a hard world for little things.
THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTER 1955 • dir. Charles Laughton
our age of heroic polar exploration is collapsing
i did not have sexual relations with that flaming skull
Vampire Vid Visiting His Home, oil on linen by Dragan Bibin
The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.
I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb
not my laboratory not my Creature
sources are saying ohhhhhhhhh brother
Today I did nothing but read and it felt so luxurious. I haven’t had the kind of time to sit and read. I read inside…I read outside…..it’s so late and I’m tired but all I can think about is reading more
In Darjeeling Limited when they are running to catch the train and they all drop their fathers literal and metaphorical baggage.
They are running and helping each other up and on and they look back on it as they ride into a new turn of the wheel - a cycle broken and made anew. This is shown visually - a new train almost exactly the same except the colors are different, with new people that remind us of the old - but this time they don’t have their baggage.
They look back at their baggage.
They look back at their baggage.
They look back at their baggage….