#life changing.

[spinecurlingmice]

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

[ringneckedpheasant]

when I was a kid I had a scrapbook that was just a sheaf of paper stapled together & one of the primary things I remember using it for was blurry pictures of blue herons that I had taken on a disposable camera

[mwahbabe]

whenever i’m sad i remember sza represented my culture and got a kirituhi(non māori getting ta mōko/māori tattoo) and when she came to my city we gathered around and did a karakia for her before she left and it was so beautiful and she loved and respected our culture and said she would live in nz if she could 🫶🏽biggest flex.

[loving-jack-kelly]

Round One, Match Three

Whose Jack Kelly would win in a physical fight?

Michael Ahomka-Lindsay (Original London cast)

Pierre Marais (Theatre Under the Stars)

Voting ended onSep 22, 2024

[sovietunion]

Just had the sweetest pear ever omg... and to think I avoided pears for most of my life.

[erotomanicpixiedreamgirl]

where were you when you first heard this

[corvuspanoptes]

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lyrics under the cut:

standing in this room well I’ve seen it all before covers on the mirrors plastic on the floor I’ve been told a hundred times that I should let her go it’s easier to say when you don’t know

and all my fear just sits inside, screaming to get out would anyone come running if this once I gave a shout? is that what letting go is all about?

I was here at her side when she called when she cried how could she want to end it all?

will it work? who knows if it does, and she goes tell me who will catch my fall

put the house together, it will only take a while the covers off the mirrors and the bloodstains off the tile tidy up the kitchen, mop the floor and make the bed everything’s in order except my head

and I’ve never had to face the world without her at my side now I’m strolling right beside her as the black hole opens wide mine is just a slower suicide

I was there in her throes and she cares and she knows how could she leave me on my own?

I could laugh or cry I’ve been down I’ve been high but I’ve never been alone

and back when she was flying I kept my feet right on the ground now I need a lift and there’s no one around

looking in the mirror, there’s a stranger’s face I see some old man is crying, do his tears belong to me? they must, because they fall so easily

I was here at her side when she called when she cried how could she want to end it all?

will it work? who knows if it does will she go?

I was there in her throes and I care and she knows how could she leave me on my own?

I could laugh or cry I’ve been down I’ve been high but I’ve never been alone