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— Be clever, Miss. Even if you win, she'll never let you go!
CORALINE (2009), dir. Henry Selick
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You think winning game is good thing? You just go home and be bored and neglected, same as always. Stay here with us. We will listen to you, and laugh with you. If you stay here, you can have whatever you want... always.
CORALINE (2009) dir. Henry Selick
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Childhood can be scary.
A collection of some of my hand-drawn horror looping animations!
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Rainy Night commission ⛈
Remember you can reach out to me via DM or email for work info ✨
Insta: @debbbiebalboa
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ALL DONEE
THEYRE ALL DONE!!
took me forever to do them all because i was busy x_x but i have all of them up on my redbubble as stickers if u wanna get them!
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I just want queer safety and queer happiness
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A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.
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can you trigger tag bisexuality please
no but i can fuck both your parents
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you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
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