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Messages of support and strength from Rafah, Palestine to the US student movement.
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im ngl that scene in the lighthouse when hes trying to jerk off to the idea of a hot mermaid but keeps getting distracted by unsightly visions symbolizing his guilty conscience and descent into insanity is so real like. it really is like that sometimes
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pre-pandemic life might as well be 20 years ago at this point. i wish i had known how much things were going to change. and how fast
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Twin Peaks (1990-2017)
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japan, july 1997 - magazine ad: game boy pocket pink featuring princess peach ✩·̩͙♡*.+
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"whose name was writ in water", from john keats last poem | middaia silver engraved heart pendant .
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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Never understood the collective vehement resentment of small talk lol i hate the painful grind of small talk as much as the next person but i think id rather shrivel up and die than be denied nuggets of joy found in standing in an elevator and having a middle aged woman compliment my nails or bonding fleetingly with a cafegoer over the city's temperamental weather it's so integral to nurturing & cultivating the soul i think
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Italian Silverplated Antique Sacred Hearts.
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if u pay attention there are themes and motifs on my blog
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I said this on my old blog, so it bears repeating on this one: Dale Cooper only exists because Laura Palmer made him. A scared, abused 12 year old little girl, she's going to do the only thing in her power at that age to cope and conjure an imaginary best friend, a guardian angle, a child's render of an FBI agent who wants nothing more than to save and protect her. Who singularly lives and breathes the mystery of her trauma and inevitable death.
He's nothing like a real adult, because he isn't real at all. He throws rocks at bottles to discern suspects and revels in cherry pie like a kid enjoying dessert. His methods mature over the course of the show—perhaps emulating a maturation of Laura's understanding of the law—but he ultimately remains absurd and whimsical and the only one who could solve her murder.
There is no Twin Peaks without Laura Palmer and more intimately, there is no Dale Cooper without her, either. From the very start of her suffering, she was trying to cling on, to find a handhold, anything at all. She existed to be murdered, yes, to create this story, but she existed, also, to create her own savior, the only real hand that could finally touch her without hurting her. Even at her eleventh hour, Laura Palmer didn't die helpless. She did the best she could and, at just 12 years old, she made herself an angel.
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Ghostfacers (3x13) April 24th, 2008
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There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave
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WORLD’S GREATEST LOVER MUG | LISTING 
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