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funky fruit :]

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so far the best find in A Prince of Our Disorder... worms

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sorry guys. have to reconstruct my personality around The Character. hope you understand. *my bones crack and twist in unnatural ways and my rips splay open like the hood of a cobra while my whole body makes odd squelching sounds*

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tumblr is awful funny bc i feel like saying "guys hear me out" about a random conventionally attractive actor or whatever IS actually something you have to fight for/about. Here, that is an actual hear me out. You have to make them listen. You will be met with resistance . Scorn, even, perhaps. But if you say 'i jack off to brutalist structures on google images' people will shrug and accept it

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I’ve just got to lock in < voice of someone who has never locked in before and shows no sign of making good on changing that now

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i try to do a card trick but i fumble with the deck and drop cards all over the floor. you look down at the mess dejectedly, holding your chosen card to your chest as you watch me struggle to salvage the situation. suddenly, my mad scrambling stops, and i look up at you with a coy smirk. "is this your carrd?" i ask, brandishing my phone where your dni list is presented boldly on the screen.

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Ralph Fiennes as Lenny Nero in Strange Days

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“This isn’t like ‘TV only better’, this is life. Yeah, this is a piece of somebody’s life. Pure and uncut, straight from the cerebral cortex. You’re there! You’re doing it, seeing it, hearing-hearing it. You’re feeling it. It’s about the stuff you can’t have, right? Like running into a liquor store with a .357 magnum in your hand, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. I can make it happen. I can get you anything you want. Ya just have to talk to me. Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. I am your priest. I am your shrink. I am your main connection to the switchboard of souls. I’m the magic man. The Santa Claus of the subconscious. You say it. You even think it. You can have it! Are we beginning to see the possibilities here? You know you want it.”

— Nero, Strange Days (freakin’ awesome cyberpunk film)

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OH MY LORD

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Dr. Kelson's approach to taking a severed head from a giant extremely violent and aggressive infected was the same way someone would try and calmly get their dog to spit something out of their mouth

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I do believe, once Aldo allows him, Goffredo would love the man so hard that it would greatly freak Aldo out.

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how it feels to walk out of the theater being the only one who understood 28 years later

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The world is on fire and the biggest news story in Germany rn is a police man shooting a giant catfish that was bothering swimmers

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CONCLAVE (2024) USERBOXES

free to use with credit :)

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.