Nicola Coughlan & Luke Newton Bridgerton Season 3 launch in Bowral, Australia
trying on a metaphor

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Nicola Coughlan & Luke Newton Bridgerton Season 3 launch in Bowral, Australia
“are u okay?” no i need more money
IAIN DE CAESTECKER as Gabe | The Control Room (2022).
Matthew Murdock is one thicc bihhh
me, 11 chapters deep in a 25 chapter slowburn fic at 2 am, eyes burning and the phone keeps slipping out of my fingers:
Baht Oyunu - Episode 17
You did the right thing by staying honest. You didn't give up. From a distance it seemed like you were losing but look at it now: Defne is yours, friends and family are by your side - you've won.
i’m attracted to people with flaws. i like people that are imperfect—the anti-heroes. i don’t believe in heroes. i think people can do heroic stuff but i don’t think people are heroes. i like ambiguous characters that you can hate at the same time, mostly for the same reason you like them.
MATTHIAS SCHOENAERTS || ANTHEM MAGAZINE
MATTHIAS SCHOENAERTS
because apparently I forgot to repost these after my termination last year?!
Aren’t you worried I’m liable to break another slate over your head? I’m more worried I might break one over yours, Carrots.
Me still thinking the 90s were like ten years ago.
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea