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The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.

Terry Pratchett (via maxkirin)

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god how fukin tight was it rearranging your room when you were younger and it feeling like a different space and you’d show your parents and they’d be like wow very nice and you’d be like FUCK yes new room new me i’m gonna put these pillows and fluffy animals back on my bed every fukin morning from now on and like that night you can barely sleep cause you’re so excited to be sleeping in ur new room layout and then the novelty wears off and you go back to your messy self idk or was that just me

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thanks edward

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do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt

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I feel bad for teenage girls cause they have to get fingered by teenage boys, and as far as I remember teenage boys finger girls like they’ve accidentally dropped a pick inside a guitar and need it back right now.

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No one has seen you at your worst like your corner store cashier.

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are you there god? it’s me. what the actual fuck

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pins from the 80’s

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two women: lived together in a cottage for their whole adult lives, never married men, stayed like this until they died

historians:

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undefined

tell me why this budgetless gay youtube series made for fun by a group of friends has the best editing and writing of anything i’ve watched in a year.

also tell me how this single scene can contain every single one of the top three most iconic lines in history.

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finding out picasso died in 1973 feels like the fakest thing ive ever heard. everyone talks about him like he lived in a cave with nothing but a torch and paint he made from berries or bear shit or somethin but nah this dude probably sat down watchin looney tunes thinkin “damn i should draw some dude with a nose on his forehead thatd be dope” i feel so lied to

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me on death row

officer: you have one last meal, what do you want

me: hmm idk what are you in the mood for

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Somehow that riff and the song's title -- '79 was a pivotal year for Corgan's generation, signaling the end of the last decade that would be spent only in childhood -- must have motivated Billy Corgan to speak in straightforward and human terms. Here he wasn't whining, he wasn't throwing a tantrum, he didn't want to be the voice of a generation or be someone's therapist. Instead, he put together a cluster of images that was more about an undefined feeling than a message, and it happened to be the most universal sentiment he'd ever manage. "1979" was Billy Corgan asking, "You know this feeling?" and the second you heard that guitar line the immediate answer was, "I do-- tell me more."

Mark Richardson on The Smashing Pumpkins “1979″