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Thank you Seb, Grazie Seb, Danke seb

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girl help i managed my time poorly and now im suffering the consequences

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THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE (2013)

Directed by Francis Lawrence Cinematography by Jo Willems Aspect Ratio: 2.35:1 and 1.43:1

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he was trying to blow the candle out with the mask on

#birthday boy #love him

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sebastian vettel | austrian gp 2021, fp3 glenn dunbar | lat images

bakwaaas

being tired all the time is such a mystery.... is it anaemia? vitamin d deficiency? chronic fatigue syndrome? depression? insomnia?? is it just the crushing weight of being alive in a capitalist society??? someone cure me

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Peaky Blinders | S03 E01

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Ratatouille (2007) dir. Brad Bird

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all i do is listen to music really loudly while i walk in circles and daydream :/

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What's wrong?

everything bitch don’t act stupid

sheryl-lee

THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL 2014, dir. Wes Anderson

greelin

it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam

aubrey-plaza

The only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago, “Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”

THE SHAPE OF WATER 2017 | dir. Guillermo del Toro

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keybladesoras

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.