Fabulous party. You know, I haven’t seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself.
HERCULES (1997) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker

Love Begins

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Fabulous party. You know, I haven’t seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself.
HERCULES (1997) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker
Ales Krivec
THE MATRIX (1999)
Directed by Lana and Lilly Wachowski
Cinematography by Bill Pope
Aspect Ratio: 2.39:1
Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! (1969) // Scoob! (2020)
Stage Fatalities, Friendships, and New Stages arriving in a free update on May 26th
Trainspotting, dir. Danny Boyle. (1996) Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
by Marc McKinney
*lies down to go to sleep*
my stream of conciousness:
We bid the Arbiter goodbye. Seems he and the Master Chief had spent part of the night reminiscing about their past. The unofficial story was that they’d led the final strike against the Prophets’ Covenant about half a decade ago, and now that the Covenant had been entirely exterminated, it was worth catching up on all that had gone down.
“Farewell, Spartan,” the Arbiter said. The two of them reached out to clasp forearms. “When we first met, we were enemies trying to end each other. Now as allies, I am confident we can face this new threat together once more.”
You’re standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there’s over a hundred more. That’s 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain’t but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it? The Warriors (1979) dir. Walter Hill