heather havrilesky
White.
Petals float on it, a patchwork blanket.
Cherry Blossom.
Schofield is swept through the white petals. Schofield raises an arm from the water and sees the petals clinging to him.
Blake.
1917 (2019) dir. Sam Mendes
the “im looking through you” singalong is almost as weird as the episode
george is captain of a boat i guess
he sees paul relaxing on a boat and hes in his way
goerge does his best to get paul to move
but pauls like “lol get a load of this dick”
and he angers george in no way he has ever been angered before
georges mind goes straight to murder and tries to shoot paul with missiles
paul returns with a sabmarine and goes under the water to hide from goegre
george then realizes the full effect what hes just done
he goes into a panic thinking paul actually died bc of him
and ringo is there but serves no purpose
The loneliness is suffocating. At all hours, a ringing in my ears - that undertone. In the store, in the shower, in front of the people I love. Lonely like a fist in the mouth, like netting in my diaphragm, like a rotted tooth. Everything I put in my body just feels like cotton, all smooth and numb and unsatisfying. Who am I even looking for. What do I seek. What went to bed and never woke up inside me.
One Direction backstage in Indianapolis - July 31, 2015
yea i drink juice when i’m killin cuz it’s fuckin delicious!
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