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shout out to the literal fan fiction happening a few blocks from my apartment. there has been this halal meat market on the corner for like 19 years that the owner’s son just inherited and directly across the street this woman opened a kosher grocery store and since day one they’ve had this very friendly fake rivalry, playing it up for the customers, it’s always been super goofy and light hearted. so turns out last night she proposed in the middle of the afternoon rush in the meat market and he said YES and she’s moving her store to the adjacent empty storefront on the left so they can have a JOINT GROCERY STORE it is so fucking cute I wish them the happiest marriage ever

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what I would give to be able to casually princess carry my friends

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Um this woman is living the dream

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ah, to be a dude being a bro

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I never used to understand what “making connections” looked like but it turns out it’s standing at a party and saying “I’ve been thinking about getting into the film industry” and someone saying “Oh, Sarah works in the film industry” and Sarah yelling from accross the room “Did someone say my name?!?!?!”

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If I could impart any wisdom at all from 10 years of working in TV and Film, it would be that literally none of your faves are who you think they are. You don’t know a single celebrity beyond the facade and the performance they put out into the world. Even those candid interviews are crafted and designed to maintain a certain image for the benefit of their career. And none of this is to say that your fave is secretly a complete arsehole, but this weird obsession that so many people have with acting like they personally know and therefore love certain celebrities is incredibly weird to me, not to mention dangerous. So many people, particularly young people, have these bizarrely obsessive online presences dedicated around their favourite celebrities, where they spend hours and hours just tweeting about that person and getting into harassment campaigns on their behalf, and it’s like… your fave literally has no idea who you are. Your fave once sent someone a shitty email because they tried to charge £900 of room service to a production credit card and the production said no. Your fave once tried to make someone else pick up their dog’s shit and nearly set a hotel room on fire. Your fave once trashed their luxury penthouse apartment that they stayed in for free with dirty nappies and rusty nails and refused to pay to have it cleaned. Your fave is just a finite sack of meat, blood and bone. You really, really don’t need to idolise them. You love a persona, not a person, and exalting that just isn’t worth so much of your time and energy.

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nanowrimo day 10

word count: still 991

chances of completion: slim

i kinda just wanna see if i can put like 20,000 words out last minute, as procrastinators do

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my search history rn is literally "perfect murder" "drugs that cause heart attacks" "good motivations for murder"

i think im on a watchlist lol

this is what i get for trying my hand at a murder mystery