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I got 99 problems and the fact that more people aren’t watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer is all of them.
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Me: [kicks down the fucking door] WHO WANTS TO WATCH STAR WARS???????
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She’s got a hole in her stomach.
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concept: me, sleeping without any obligation to wake up
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i hate when songs are like 2 minutes and 46 seconds long. bro where are you going i was just getting to know you
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D&D this….. D&D that…. i like big titties too but y’all are obsessed
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Thor: Ragnarok (2018) dir. Taika Waititi
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goin home to be ugly in peace is one of my fav things to do
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i just wanna leave lipstick stains on a girl is that too much to ask for ://
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Charmed → 4.03 “Hell Hath No Fury” (October 11, 2001)
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Turn Down For Whom?
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You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”
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