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John Travolta, Saturday Night Fever, 1977
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Kelela in the comments is cracking me up
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“castro street fair’ by Crawford Barton.
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This mornings eBay purchase
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when you scammed another businessmanthing out of 7k dollars after work: 💋💋💋💋
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Ivan Meštrović, Amor and Psyche 1918
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i think loving someone can be described as the desire to make things easier for the other person
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Tomorrow, I’ll show you around.
Better Call Saul [ Something Unforgivable | Wine and Roses]
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shaking in my boots thinking about s6 so far. how spike is the closest thing to death that buffy can still get her arms around. and that's all she wants, to hold death close, to conquer death, to be dead, to play dead, to tell death she's sorry and she loves it but she's not allowed to have it for keeps, death is not for her no matter how bad she craves it and no matter how bad it craves her back!! death is her gift and she can only give it, never take it back for herself. death keeps crawling towards her like an animal with bloody teeth. so okay, she wasn't supposed to live this long and she's not allowed to die and she'll never get to heaven and this one man-shaped demon demon-shaped man is the only thing she can touch that knows anything about it. she can't cuddle up to death at night, right, so there's just this. there's just them!!!
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