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“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”

— Tove Jansson, “Moominvalley in November”

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Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “Don’t Go Getting Nostalgic”

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Insulted and Humiliated

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the days are coming that she'll never forget

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rosé flowing with your chosen family…

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We think it’s been 10 years. Not for you or Earth, but for us. 10 years older, 10 years of you. On and off.

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"i have late night conversations with the moon. He tells me about the sun and i tell him about you."

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I never feel as beautiful as I do in my bathroom mirror, what’s the science behind that? like the girl in the bathroom mirror is always pretty, i love my smile, but that never translates anywhere else in the whole world

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They need to invent more fake celebrities like Hatsune Miku and Gorillaz and the Muppets because it's genuinely the most sustainable way to maintain a parasocial relationship with the entertainer class.

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ra ra rasputin something something sour cream

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sometimes i wonder what my cat named me

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Together.

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Doctor Who is back in a big way and super popular again, Supernatural is said to maybe be in talks of a revival, is Sherlock finally hoing to get another season? If this aint a blast back to the SuperWhoLock era, idk what is…

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STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things | 2.06: The Spy

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I have a concept in my head and I can’t get it out.

Amelia and Rory’s grand kids, growing up listening to stories about a man in a bow tie running around the universe. As they grow up the kids just think it’s a story, a fairytale that helped them go to sleep at night. And then one day they bump into a person who is running wildly through the streets, grinning holding a peculiar device in their hands.

The grandchildren can’t help but stop, something is so familiar about the person but they can’t put their finger on it. And so they follow, legs burning as they try to keep up with the stranger, lungs heaving as they print through the labyrinth of alleyways until they spot it.

The blue phone box. Just like how Amelia described it, the blue door swinging open before they can put a hand out to push it open. And the person turns, grinning at the duo stood at the corner of the building and disappears behind those doors before the TARDIS vanishes completely.

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THE ERA

i don't care what anyone says.

nothing (not even jackson and april) will ever top this era.