“Whatever the cost may be.”
Dunkirk (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan
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“Whatever the cost may be.”
Dunkirk (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan
in 20-30 years we’re going to have a diverse cast of landlords, capitalists, businessmen, congressional representatives whose identities span all across the racial, gender, sexual orientation, ability spectra borne of social justice activism while the masses still remain in poverty
Big hips don’t lie
It’s a good morning ☺️
My dash is pretty empty and I need more people to follow so reblog if
You can also hear the consistent, B-flat humming of the moon every night and you understand what it’s trying to convey.
You met an angel in the parking lot of Burger King who gave you a soda and a meaningful look before dissolving into flames.
You have distinct memories of watching The Video on the internet that you can determine, through the shared experiences of other, undoubtedly existed, yet not even a mention of it can be found anymore.
Bill Murray has appeared in your house, took all of the legs off of your chairs without saying a word or breaking eye contact, and left. You’re not sure how he got in or out. All of your doors were locked.
You have reached the edges of the Program where you could see the earth dissolve into pixels and strings of binary, momentarily before They re-calibrated it and a simple street materialized in front of you.
You lie awake at night unable to sleep because your mind is full, wondering what horrors might exist in the vast jaws of space that your mind has not evolved to comprehending yet.
Poppy has c
You heard a conversation occurring in your house knowing you were the only person home. When you investigate your animals lock eyes with you, sitting still and scared like wide eyed statues until you leave.
You haven’t found the heart to tell your mother that her boyfriend of 4 years is really just a sack of potatoes in a child sized tuxedo. She is happy for the first time in years, you think you will just keep it to yourself.
No one believes you about the small red cow that seems to live on your nightstand. The cow mocks you about this fact. That is the only thing the cow does. The nightstand emits a loud noise when you attempt to remove it.
Wherever you go you always here the faintest loop of 99 Red Balloons by Nena that seems to play in the distance. It never sounds any closer or farther, though some days it is in German.
Anyway this is all I can think of for now lol. If anything here applies to you I’ll probably give you a follow.
forgiv me lord but i’m back on my bollocks innit..
Ain’t no law in space boi
The real glo up is when you stop waiting to turn into some perfect hypothetical version of yourself and consciously enjoy being who you are in the present moment.
Taking shrooms in the forest was the best decision of my life.
anybody who joins Tumblr at this point needs their ass beat
I’m just here out of obligation
just in case you havent heard it today:
you are feared
your six wings, gleaming body, and multiple pairs of torch eyes are beautiful
your thunder voice will get better and increasingly more vehement with time
you are valid
londone myers
Oh this one
Is this real? It’s so dreamlike…
This one of the angels that let you know you made it into heaven.
Thank you for the flowers, And the book by Derrida, But I must be getting back, To dear Antarctica…
Me hunting with my vampire friends: cracking open a boy with the cold ones