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(on how he prepares for his role): I donât know. I have an omelet.
Rest, by Hallpen
shooting up pt 2
That was probably a horrible idea.
The thick pounding is his head was what finally woke him, like someone stuffing cotton in his ears and pushing on his temples, a wide and consuming headache that pulsed incessantly until his eyes fluttered open. Drowsy and bloodshot, Tonyâs eyes practically recoiled from the sudden brightness, after a moment focusing on the slim figure perched on his red couch chair. Her hair was down, he thought, or maybe that was the shadow from the ceiling fan, or fingers of blackness reaching out to claw at the back of his eyeballs.
Shit.
In both an attempt to shield his eyes and to avoid her, Tonyâs eyes fluttered back closed, trying to ignore the overwhelming dry heaving feeling making its way up his gullet. Shit shit shit shit-
It passed, and he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to face her. I mean, obviously he didnât want to. What on earth would he want to take full, unadulterated responsibility or punishment for, aside from Brielle herself? Because he was there in her eyes staring so disapprovingly back at him in the split second his eyes had opened. He knew exactly whose fault this was. At that moment, he realized something was horribly, inexplicably wrong. Alien. There was no pain. Resisting the urge to fling a hand to his chest, a surge of relief and euphoric dizziness, like heâd had his first kiss again. Gleeful. He wanted to shout out, scream - Fuck, Brielle, it works! Baby, it fucking works Iâve fixed it Iâve fixed everything nobody has to worry - But coincidentally his chest was not the only thing he could not feel. His fingers were like ice, feet completely numb and legs tingling painfully like they were being slowly deleted off the face of the planet. Numbness. Never thought itâd be such a good lack of feeling, did you?
RDJ during a fitness photoshoot working out
Flattered, mostly. But it's yourself that you should be worried about.
I always worry about myself. In fact, myself is the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing before I sleep at night. If it means anything, youâre an extremely close second.
âyouâre a girlâŠand you play assassins creedâŠ.lol!â
i am going to strangle this guy
usually people call it a girl's game cause its not shooting and it's basically all storyline
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me: i hate me
me: everyone hates me
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