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there's something very wrong with him

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part 5, I made that in journalist class

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a regular monday for hank anderson

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hello chat i am back w/ these four freaks and their fuckass outfits

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not enough people talk about bobby and cas. bobby was like “ughhh now i have to adopt my adopted son’s gay boyfriend” and then he did so with pride

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Season 4 in a nutshell

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Special Children :: All Hell Breaks Loose

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This stupid ass show, man

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all of my favorite episodes go like this

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@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

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asoue + tumblr

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Part 3 I guess

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Gom + their construction crew!!

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Kuroko, talking about his and Aomine's falling out: and we would fist bump all the time but then one day he said he didn't need me anymore and left me hanging forever

Kagami to Kuroko, 0.001 seconds later: guess what our new thing is?

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kuroko no basket is like. all the adults in our life failed us. but for awhile it was ok because we got to walk home together. no one sees me but you do. i love this thing so much but i hate it for not saving me. i think he's going to save me or i'm going to save him. i'm crying at the literal crossroad of my childhood then crying with joy at the start of the rest of my life. hey you inspire me and i resent you for it. hey do you want to get milkshakes. hey the idea of losing all of you split me in two also i have a trauma disorder. i'm going to ruin myself to give you a win. i'm going to win so you'll come back. i'm going to win because then we'll all be able to sit and have dinner together. it's about a comeback but there's no such thing as a quick comeback in basketball.

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no one understands sparrow ben like i do actually. it’s like your family loves and misses a version of you that as far as you’re concerned never existed and that you can’t go back to even if you wanted to. you don’t even think you’ve really don’t anything wrong and maybe you’ve been a little mean but you’re scared and confused and alone so sue you? and yet they all hate you, exclude you, isolate you all in favor of some perfect angelic version of you they talk about with reverence in their voice and love in their eyes that no one has ever looked at you with. and yea you’re pissed, as them, at yourself, at everything so of course you’re acting like an asshole because the only people left, the only people with even half a shot of caring about you, like some different version of you better. a different version you can never be. and you can never make up for their loss and they’ll never look at you and see anyone other than him. all you want is someone to see you. someone to want you. not the old you, not a softer, nicer, cleaner version of you. just you. messy and mean and angry and alive.