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Iām crying gays going to brunch
i miss elle greenaway [1/?]
Spencer Reidās Cutest Moments (Criminal Minds - S1 Ep 6 - L.D.S.K.)
Gubler realizing you forgot him at the 99 cent only store again...he had the cashier call for you over the loudspeaker but you didnāt come collect him....he lost his pants too, but that is completely unrelated to his current predicament
poppy meadow; antelope valley, california
Me in history class: Wow, humanity has been through some fascinating times! Ā I wonder if Iāll ever live through major historical events!
Me now: NO NO NO NO NO I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE
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I imagine this post sees a significant surge in attention every time something New And Horrible happens, but Iād wager a bet that Covid-19 has caused the biggest surge yet.
This existed BEFORE the Coronavirus?
threeĀ agingĀ queens
āWhether or not you face the future, it happens.ā
Pretty in Pink (1986) dir. Howard Deutch
āLoveās a bitch, Duck. Loveās a bitch.ā
Pretty in Pink (1986) dir.Ā Howard Deutch
Dead Poets Society (1989)Ā
āI close my eyes. And this image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me. And all the time heās mumbling. Mumbling truth. Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You can push it, stretch it, itāll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, itāll never cover any of us.ā
āGood God, boy, thereās a poet in you, after all.ā
Thoreau said, āMost men lead lives of quiet desperation.ā Donāt be resigned to that. Break out! Break out! Now is the time!
DEAD POETS SOCIETY 1989 | Peter Weir
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir