I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
You’ve Got Mail (1998) dir. Nora Ephron
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I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
You’ve Got Mail (1998) dir. Nora Ephron
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And there was always her dream-world into which she could escape from monotony and loneliness, and taste strange, sweet happiness unmarred by any cloud or shadow.
L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest
I'm allowed to be a little parasocial because I am famously normal
eras tour photos I think are pretty
my only religious belief is that there is no afterlife except for the ublock origin team who are going to heaven and the youtube anti-adblock team who are going to hell
the current administration would totally fall for the Trojan horse. they'd take promo pictures of it on the white house lawn and the president would be on TV talking about how it's made of a big beautiful American lumber or some shit.
heartbreaking truth is that nobody on the internet has ever been as funny as the Harry Potter fan (in anno domini two thousand and twenty five!) who messaged me earlier today to yell at me about a post I made nine years ago (whose point I no longer care about defending because I'm not transphobic and am therefore not invested in these books), immediately blocked me, and then went on their own blog and posted a whole rant about me where they referred to me as, and I swear before Jesus Christ and all his wacky apostles I am telling the truth, a "snater"
it's vexing because this person's use of the word "snater" is a hundred times funnier than the joke I got a big laugh on the subway with earlier today (ascribing the heat being on in the subway car to a local news story that everyone's talking about here) and I was trying to be funny. This person was 100% serious when they said the word "snater." How is an intentional funnyman supposed to compete with a bona fide crazy person being completely earnest
God forbid a girl be both whimsical and full of rage