fairycosmos:

im a grown woman i dont feel the childish need for acceptance that i craved in my youth anymore. shaking and gripping the sink

aintmyjewelry:

these posts make it look like the person died at the eras tour

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cheetahgirlmuscles:

Let me examine closer *my eyes turn purple and blaze with spiritual power* oh yeah no that’s an egret not a heron, it’s got black legs

gougerre:

Call me Kennedy the way she F with my John

froody:

No, no. I can have one more shot, I swear. I won’t start behaving like a flamboyantly gay pansy stock character in a pre-code film again. I swear. You can trust me. Darling, you must trust me.

fireball-me:

charlottan:

can a 5 foot 1 boy with suspenders and a propeller hat get an androgenous shawty

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larkandkatydid:

charlottan:

how do you even conceptualize reading 52 books in a year. wrong with you. a book is a friend and youre killing it by reading it that fast

It’s valid and good to love a book like two James Cameron protagonists: a passionate, life-changing, soul-mate bond that lasts two, action-packed days before one of you dies (goes back to library).

theculture:

Inspired by catceleste’s post, couldn’t help but see the similarity…

i like to peruse the goodreads comments after i finish a new book, which is definitely some self-destructive behavior. but anyway. i think that many of the people who maintain they love horror books uh. do not. i think

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