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Helping shovel snow.

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it’s so evil when you have a beverage and you drink it and then there’s no beverage anymore

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i would find you in some universes. not all of them though

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Perhaps it was the modesty of the gesture…but in the spring of 1937, one broke through. He had written it himself in the music of the hour. His first composition in 100 years. He had engaged a local record company. And when the musicians they hired proved unsatisfactory, he played all the instruments himself. The audacity of it all was matched only by its sincerity. He had made the near-perfect valentine… with one flaw. One perfectly premeditated flaw. — INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.06 | "Like Angels Put in Hell by God"

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the evil voices in my head (winter weather) are telling me I should quit work just to stay cozy in bed all day

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i love how everyone on this website interacts with each other in ways that are so socially impermissible irl. how did we get here

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dogboy molloy vs puppyboy molloy

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a trip into the wilderness: maeve whalen for anOther magazine fall / winter 2017

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At the school of cunning...

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dropping food when you're already sad is such an intense emotion. Just the most fucking wretched self indulgent pity. One time I spilled a bowl of ice cream when i had already spent most of the day sobbing and honestly im still chasing that high