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I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

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i went to your childhood and all the memories missed you

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whenever my program freezes

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oh im upset

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we are not reviving the r slur. if you hear someone say it tell them to cut that shit out. it’s not funny or edgy and we need to make people embarrassed and uncomfortable saying it

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nobody who has ever made me feel small and unwanted has possessed a heart or a life that i admired

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missing my gf... glum abt it.....

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Some of my favorite watercolor blueberries 🫐

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(ref)

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ITS ALL A BLUR, THE PERSON YOU ARE AND THE PERSON YOU WERE.

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The concept of "love languages" as a totalising picture of relationship dynamics may be pseudoscientific bullshit, but I have to credit the idea's proponents for enabling all those jokes of the format "my love language is [something objectively unhinged]". Top form there.

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normalize being divorced without ever being married or having a romantic relationship or even necessarily mutually liking each other at all in the first place

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*guy who's always itching to check out the manuscripts* maybe the answer we seek is in the manuscripts? the ancients of old had wisdom far beyond ours in their manuscripts!