The laws of studying.
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The laws of studying.
Morning
Evening
Cortisol levels through the roof.
(x)
There’s something I gotta do first.
Brilliant! Yes! Four serial suicides and now a note. Oh, it’s Christmas.
Lou Reed
everyone: happy new y-
me: SHERLOCK!
them:
me:
them:
me: I'm not even ashamed. the gayme is fucking on.
John Lennon and Paul McCartney, London, 1969
© Linda McCartney
Oh, dear God, it’s only two o’clock. It’s been Christmas Day for at least a week now. How can it only be two o’clock? I’m in agony.
Just straight up and forget about Kidagakash …ok…
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Jane Birkin
what she says: i’m fine
what she means: I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory...is this where it gets me? On my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?...I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be…? There is no beat, no melody...Burr, my first friend, my enemy—maybe the last face I ever see—if I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me? What if this bullet is my legacy—legacy. What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see—I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me—America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me! You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and rise up, I’m running out of time I’m running and my time’s up, wise up, eyes up—. I catch a glimpse of the other side. Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side, my son is on the other side, he’s with my mother on the other side, Washington is watching from the other side, teach me how to say goodbye, rise up, rise up, rise up, Eliza—. My love...take your time; I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom...He aims his pistol at the sky—WAIT!
i’d like to nominate this for an oscar
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This is the greatest thing I’ve seen in a while.