things my father has called the mandalorian:
-mandorian
-matador
-manta ray
-mando man
-macho (macho) man
-dinner jar
-din man din
-....tin-tin?
seen from China

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seen from Paraguay

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seen from Singapore
seen from China
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seen from Germany
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seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
things my father has called the mandalorian:
-mandorian
-matador
-manta ray
-mando man
-macho (macho) man
-dinner jar
-din man din
-....tin-tin?
if someone doesn’t press their forehead tenderly to mine in a field at sunrise someday soon Well Then I Might Just Die
men writing women will never even come CLOSE to the interactions we have, the lives we lead. ive never met this one girl today and yet i walked by, noticed her nail colour, remembered i had the same one, held out my splayed fingers and joyfully went “aaaaaahhhhh!!!” which she mimicked back without even skipping a beat, and then we went our separate ways, never to meet again im sure. your she flounced past, too pretty for it all but not knowing she was beautiful cannot hold A CANDLE to Real Women Things, like strangers bonding immediately and intimately over nail polish
im hangin out in my dad’s office waiting for him to finish work and so far in ten minutes he has:
-reflexively said “ouch” very quietly every time he staples something
-grumbled like a bear when he was forced to take a call on a phone headset (said grumbling stopped immediately once he took the call. he is nothing but a professional bear.)
-turned his chair and then let out a gentle “oh!” of surprise since he forgot my being there
-looked at his stash of at least 20 pens in his drawer to grab one and mumbled absentmindedly “i need more pens”
-was typing an email furiously and then darkly muttered “you only get a sincerely. no from for you.”
-looked genuinely touched when i drew a crappy flower on his door’s whiteboard and called it “very lovely”
-with a mouth full of coffee, gestured madly and made a “mrpmmhh!!” noise to get the attention of a coworker walking by. showed said coworker my crappy flower with much enthusiastic pointing.
college really is something else. you sit in the library with all your work around you, not doing work, and then when you check the word count after 40 minutes of scrolling through memes, you still have the gall to feel shock and resentment when it’s the same number
everyone just needs to drink some tea and calm down
i feel like im at a point in my life where it’s just constantly the stress level and amount of tension as seen in the Voulez-Vous dance sequence in the classic film Mamma Mia!™ (2008, dir. Phyllida Lloyd)
not to be appreciative on main but that extended parisian musical number in anastasia?? literally unparalleled cinema