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I’ve recently become so obsessed with Tears For Fears

And I’m so in love (so so in love) with Roland Orzabal 😍

And Curt Smith is also a cutie 😘

And I want to ship them (Curtland?)

But there isn’t anyone else out there who ships

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"you know that I can love you more"

The Tipping Point - Tears for Fears (2021)

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I see the moon and the moon sees me,

The moon sees the one I wanna see,

So God bless the moon and God bless me,

and God bless the one I wanna see

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Do I even still have it in me to write fics anymore?

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The Witch Coven by Mike Hoffman

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https://iglovequotes.net/

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Is there any Tears for Fears fanfics out there? I’ve read the handful on archive of our own and I just want to ship Roland and Curt!

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You know that feeling you get just before you come? Like the millisecond before your orgasm hits you and takes over your body, your brain?

That moment when everything is okay. There is no world, just you in that moment, no bad thoughts, no anxiety, no second hand embarrassment from that stupid thing you said five years ago but can’t forget. You can forget about your job your studies, there is no stress, no deadlines to meet.

There is no unhappiness, no sadness, no intruding thoughts. There’s no family problems, money worries or friendship issues.

There is literally nothing except that feeling, the feeling of something great happening, the floating feeling, that free feeling. The feeling that something is about to happen and it’s good.

How do I feel like that forever?

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I’ve fallen in love with someone who doesn’t even give me a second glance when we pass on the stairs. Help.

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“He’s beautiful. Not just in looks but his personality. His voice. His demeanor. His heart. His soul. His very essence. He’s just… beautiful.”

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“I am so terribly jealous of the bed that gets to hold your tired body each night, the pillow that gets to kiss your head as you drift into sleep. I am so terribly jealous of the things around you that get to touch you, feel you, hold you.”

— Lukas W. // The things around you

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maybe in another dimension you’re in love with me too

at least one version of me would be happy

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Baz Luhrmann - Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

everybody, pause what you’re doing, stop scrolling, sit back for 5 minutes and listen to this;

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘99:  Wear sunscreen.  If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.  Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.  Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind sides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.  Do one thing every day that scares you.  Sing.  Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.  Floss.  Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.  Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.  Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch.  Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.  Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.  Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.  Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.  Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.  Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.  Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.  Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.  Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.  Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.  Travel.  Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.  Respect your elders.  Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.  Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.  Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.  But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen. —Mary Schmich, “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young”

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