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You stood me up, you lay me down

You know too much, I can't be proud

I still really, really love you, yes I do

When I still really, really love you, like I do

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good floofy boii

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The reason Six of Crows was so appealing is that it’s not a story about Chosen Ones and prophecies and only certain people being special enough to have an adventure. It boldly said that anyone could go on an exciting, daring adventure if one was simply brave enough to welcome it. It was an inspiration for all of us non-extraordinary common folk to see that we too can be gay and do crimes and break into the ice pentagon with nothing but a couple of buddies and a questionable will to live and in this essay i will

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Having some fun trying out procreate for ipad pro 2018

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i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself

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i wish i had a window seat with lots of pillows that i could sit in and drink tea and read books in and watch the rain in

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i am sitting on the couch, i hear tapping on the door behind me, i turn around and see this

what do i do

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A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

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I remember a time where i could be so not giving a fuck. I don’t know if this happened to anyone else but as a teen i left my drink unattended and when i returned and after i drank once this friend told me that everyone at the table had spit in it. I then looked her in the eye and downed it. Honestly i wish i could still pull a power move like that

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remember when dash drama looked like this

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I’ve just read “Why do you like Nadia?”. My question is: “Why don’t you love Nadia?”. 

Nadia is the best female character. She is a decent human being, obviously she’s not perfect, but nobody is. 

She is accused of not being a feminist. Nadia wants to study because she hopes to be someone with power, because she wants to change things, because she hates injustices. If this is not a feminist representation…

Nadia is accused to be selfish, because she didn’t go to the funeral. She was the only one to encourage Guzman to go visit his father, to forgive him and give him another chance. The only one. 

At the end, she helped his brother, because her love was worth more than her religious beliefs. 

She’s an unusual character, I know, but I like her and I don’t understand why people hate her. 

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So I need y’all to understand, it’s not just the treadmill, life with this cat is all yelling all day.

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What diversity actually is:

How Hollywood sees diversity:

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when i was a little kid, i didn’t care for movies. my parents always admonished me for sitting too close to the screen or fidgeting too much, so i turned to books instead. when i was four, i tried to watch the first harry potter movie. i absolutely loved it, but it wasn’t enough for me. i had to get my hands on that book. the teachers at pre-school said it was a horrible idea, but i read the first two books anyway.

then came kindergarten. the teachers scolded my parents for letting me bring novels to school. “she can’t possibly understand them,” they said. so they gave me tests on the books. i made perfect scores on all of them. i preferred books to movies and television; movies didn’t do justice to the stories i loved.

so, they marked me down as a “gifted child.” they tested my IQ and everything. i was the perfect student, in their eyes. i sat in the front and listened to the teachers as intently as i could.

one day after school, i ran up to my mother and hugged her. then, i turned my head and saw my mother walking towards me. i looked up at the woman i had hugged. “you’re not my mother,” i said, astutely.

my mother, a clever woman, thought to have my eyesight tested. turns out, i had horrible vision. somewhere around 20/450. functionally blind without glasses. not ideal for anyone, especially a six year old.

all my life until that point, people thought i must be some sort of brilliant prodigy, eschewing television and movies for more intellectual pursuits, but actually i just couldn’t fucking see lol