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My worst hairstyle was a bowl cut parted down the middle. It was the 90s. It was what you did. I had that from 4th grade until freshman year in high school. I’m glad the pictures exist. I had great hair back then.
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I just love acting so much because it’s basically an analysis, an exploration of ordinary live. So for every story, every walk of life that you could go and look through, there will be a script out there for it hopefully eventually. I like to challenge myself, and shake it up a bit. That’s why I’ve gone from dystopian future to corsets, and I’m excited about doing a horror and having tried a different genre.
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I’m gonna say something and on the ride home I’m gonna be like “Chris, you fucking meatball!”
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I’m sorry you don’t feel anything, Gretchen. Me too.
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You built these weapons to destroy us. Why? Because you are afraid of our gifts. Because we are different. Humanity has always feared that which is different.
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I am being extremely clever up here and there’s no one to stand around looking impressed. What’s the point in having you all?
Source: babwolf
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We’re coming with you. That was decided months ago—years, really.
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chris pratt on billy on the street
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I want a way out of loneliness. Just like you.
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Kill the boy, and let the man be born.
Source: hungergasmes
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Are you doing everything right? What’s it [fatherfood] feel like?
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Asher: ~(─‿‿─)~ Michaela: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
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“by tomorrow we’ll be swimming with the fishes / leave our troubles on the sand. / and when the sun comes up, / we’ll be nothing but dust, / just the outlines of our hands.” ―daughter
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winterfellis