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Guess who’s back.

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Love, Rosie (2014)

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I’m really struggling with my relationship at the moment. One minute i’ve never been happier and the next I feel not good enough and it’s breaking me down.

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WHY I LIKE NEGAN 101

He’s charismatic

He’s fucking hilarious

He’s manipulative af which shows a higher form of intelligence. Intelligence is sexy.

He keeps his end of the bargain.

He doesn’t want to harm women or children

He’s a good leader- NOT AN ETHICAL ONE, but in a world where money serves no value, he managed to build the Sanctuary AND an army that practically kneels to his presence. (This guy went from being a school teacher/used car salesman to a fucking dictator…If that doesn’t say something about his leadership skills, then y’all need to go back to history class.)

HE’S COMPLEX! HE’S UNPREDICTABLE! He keeps you guessing and entertained!

There’s a barbaric rationality/logic behind all of his horrible actions. It’s still fucking twisted, but it makes sense. (I find that you really need an open and mature mindset to understand it.)

LIKING NEGAN DOES NOT MEAN

Liking Negan doesn’t mean I support abusive relationships

Liking Negan doesn’t mean I only like him because he’s physically attractive. IMO Jeffrey Dean Morgan is just the icing on the cake. #perfectcasting

Liking Negan doesn’t mean I’m responsible for the shitty portrayal of the wives on TV

Liking Negan doesn’t mean I believe his leadership ethics should be applied in real life

Liking Negan doesn’t mean I wish to be Negan.

Liking Negan shouldn’t reflect who I am as a person.

*****If someone’s taste in character doesn’t adhere to your personal values/interests... WALK. The fuck. Away. You don’t get a free pass to shame on their interests. That’s fucking bullying, and I will SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN , NO EXCEPTIONS.

Stranger Things (2016)

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The stars fell from the sky Everything became black. Silent. Dusty. Blurred. Absence weighs on my shoulders I keep shrinking, I have no voice. You left your fingerprints all over me My blood is on your hands- You can’t erase me entirely, Only I can do that. (But you can try) Every day ends in a question mark Do I let it consume me? Because we both know It wasn’t supposed to be this way.