the end of the universe could come and go and still my chemical romance would remain
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Xuebing Du

Love Begins
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One Nice Bug Per Day

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Stranger Things
Cosmic Funnies
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the end of the universe could come and go and still my chemical romance would remain
me when i’m on a road trip with my 3 beautiful weedsmoking girlfriends (bruce springsteen gerard way and jack antonoff) and the tank runs out but none of them know how to pump gas because they’re all from jersey so it’s up to me to save the day like the strong and soulful goddess of gasoline and everyone claps
this review of everyone for ten minutes omg
Having mood swings
vs.
Dissociating
Sometimes I'll be looking at bullshit online that I know will just rile me up and I have to think of this image to get myself to stop
what if it all worked out in my favour
im not above eating some low hanging fruit like if theres low hanging fruit i might eat some
this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
When does the play close? When its "action" stops? But does not that include, at least to some degree, the curtain call (which, of course, the actors rehearse)? For at this point the actors appear before us only partly as their "real" selves. They remain partly, and significantly, still "in character," retaining mannerisms, perhaps, of the characters they have been playing. Who are they, then, at this point? Hamlet is not the prince (for he is dead), but he is certainly not the actor who played the prince either. He does not laugh or caper about as a man might who has scored (in the soccer fashion) a success. He may smile, wanly, as befits one recently slain; he may take (ruefully?) the hands of his no less "dead" opponent Claudius; he may even embrace the long-dead Ophelia. Is not this still acting? (The actor "playing" himself-as-actor.) Is not this part of the action? [...] It is the point, in short, at which we see the "edge" of the play before it disappears entirely.
from terence hawkes, "telmah," in shakespeare and the question of theory (1985)
the fleet 5 are here to save your season
my hot take get those two little gay boys outta here from the fleet v victoire game the jumbotron showed them like five different times bro like i loved heated rivalry too but come onnnnn baby this is a historic game for women's hockey! like what if we cared about women is that a crazy concept
try the cold bathroom water darling its simply delightful
hard to be soft... tough to be tender
jstor derulo
Bruce Springsteen, NYC 1977. Photograph by Lynn Goldsmith
i’m blushing and giggling over this man
Florence Welch at O2 Arena in London by Lillie Eiger
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