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♪ summer went away, still, the yearning stays ♪

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Can I ask you a question? Have you ever been forced to wait hours in a crowded ticket queue with 2000+ people ahead of you? And then you got booted out too? Then what did you do?

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Oh… The idiot’s in control

Oscar Isaac as Steven Grant in Moon Knight s1 e1

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I don’t think any movie will make me feel the same ethereal sense of otherworldly sorrow and disembodied awe as that scene in Lord of the Rings where the loyal son is sent off into a doomed battle to please his vindictive father while Pippin sings a mourning song of his people

I was like 12 and high off this shit

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Happy Birthday @reputayswift ❤️

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“I really like feeling something when I stagger into a poem / & having a place to lie down & cry”

— — Kim Addonizio, from “Confessional Poetry,” Now We’re Getting Somewhere

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Brie Larson as Captain Marvel in Avengers: Engame (2019)

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Every time I hear news on Joe Biden I remember this headline

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Good ol’ Garf

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Mike Wheeler + iconic lines

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Even life is like funeral practice: half of us already dead to our families before we die, half of us still on our knees trying to crawl into the family photo.

Andrea Gibson, "Orlando" (via buttonpoetry)

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Cinderella (1950) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Hamilton Luske, & Wilfred Jackson

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The Lumineers, “It Wasn’t Easy to Be Happy For You”

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If you’re ever passing back through this galaxy, be sure to give a brother a shout.

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Coloratura, meaning “coloring” in Italian, one who can sing the highest notes in a run, should also mean a woman who is full of lightning. On stage, the crystalline bodice wraps her, a train of stars flows behind. The part she sings is nearly impossible—a soprano can only sing it so many times before it destroys her voice. Head back, the aria fills her, fills the room. The damage? You know the way this story goes: The first time a man touched my naked body, I transformed, body and soul, into water.

Jim Whiteside, from “Diana Damrau sings “Der Hölle Rache” in Mozart’s The Magic Flute,” published in Poetry Northwest (via lifeinpoetry)

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—Deleted scene; [Hopper removes his blue bracelet.] “This was Sara’s.” [He hands it to Eleven. Eleven takes it.] “I think it’ll help with your look. Give it a little color, you know?” [Eleven slips it on her wrist. Moved by his gesture.] “I don’t hate it, by the way. This whole—look.”