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I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

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Let go. Let God.

ZENDAYA as RUE BENNETT EUPHORIA — S02E02, Out of Touch

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Spider-Man (2002) dir. Sam Raimi + letterboxd reviews

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"unreliable narrator" to you. i believe them

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She is something more.

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hope this explains it

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me waiting for lexi to call fez everytime she is on screen

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Can I have it all or is that too much? ‘Cause I’m real bad witch And I won’t give up I’m a nightmare wrapped In a pretty bow Just wait ’til I get there, down below

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— God is so obviously a man, so the Devil protects her sisters - c.k

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chillin on a Saturday night

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I have waited ALL FUCKING YEAR TO POST THIS

Santa is coming tonight.

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So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

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“i’m sad and idk how to feel better”

“i don’t know what to draw”

“i always mess up”

“BUT I SUCK”