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DOES ANYONE HAVE A PICUTER OF THAT AMAZON REVIEW THAT'S LIKE "I didn't receive the product. inside the box were half eaten pastries" and it's a picture of three donut sticks

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DOES ANYONE HAVE A PICUTER OF THAT AMAZON REVIEW THAT'S LIKE "I didn't receive the product. inside the box were half eaten pastries" and it's a picture of three donut sticks

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It's actually not polite to wave to someone else to go when you have the right of way at a 4-way stop. Do you know what the most polite thing to do is when you have the right of way? Follow the driving laws we all agreed to when we got our driver licenses 🙂

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it’s so crazy how many mid movies r made every year that u wouldve never learned abt if ur mutual didnt want to fuck an actor that plays in them

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🎬 The Godfather (1972), dir. Francis Ford Coppola

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bitches hate me because of my.... bad personality.... paranoid nature... addictive tendencies......the torture basement.

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how is a girl to procrastinate when the little people in her phone have lives and won’t reblog things for her to scroll past

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[ ★ PEDRO PASCAL ★ ] The Fantastic Four Cast Test How Well They Know Each Other | Vanity Fair

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You are everything, and I know you in everything, July 6, 1898 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

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TOP GUN: MAVERICK | 2022

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Hannibal Lecter + snarling

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keep thinking about finding out that jack listens to a police scanner in his free time like it’s his domestic soundtrack. you came over after a long shift and you’re really not sure how to conduct yourself in his apartment. you’re just standing there awkwardly, tired as fuck and so hungry you could probably eat him. so he throws you one of his old t-shirts and a pair of too large boxers and shoos you to the shower. when you get out, you’re assaulted by the smell of freshly cooked something, and you float towards the kitchen on little scent waves like a pie-drunk cartoon character. and he’s standing there so fucking nonchalantly with two impeccable omelettes plated and topped with some experimental salsa recipe he’s trying. it’s so utterly domestic that you freeze. then a staticky —eta is three minutes advise if backup is needed— jumpstarts your brain and your head whips around trying to find where the fuck that came from. jack lumbers over to the little radio with speed you had no idea he possessed and clicks it off. you just blink. and then you say, are you listening to real life true crime right now? and he’s like what you don’t know attacks first and hardest, like that’s common knowledge. do you fight crime on your days off too? like some sort of superhero? you demand. and he flounders a little bit at being caught, but honestly his brain also short-circuits at you standing there—wet haired, drowning in his clothing. you blink at him. and your eyes slowly drop to his prosthetic foot. and then you nod and, like his silence bridged a gap between two synapses, say ohhhhhhhhh. iron man.

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sometimes i’ll be scrolling on here and almost reblog what a mutual reblogged from me like so true bestie

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in order to survive work you must have a coworker that you can just say whatever to

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The lion actually does concern himself. Of late, a peculiar darkness has begun a quiet encroachment, threatening to suffuse his fragile mind with the horrors