bookwyrrm

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#Italian American lol and no one locks theirs doors when they’re expecting people over. (Or anytime if you are my grandparents.) #we just walk in and yell hi so they know we are here

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‘Let me fix this atrocious paint job..’

#I’m trying to organize my tags so here are all my posts lol #Tlt

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first flower of my house ect

#Tlt

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“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it.”

#Tlt

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📍Tellaro, Liguria, Italy 🇮🇹

#So beautiful

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funniest moment in pwhl history

#I adore her #pwhl

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all these idiots do is reassure eachother

#spy x family

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laios dungeonmeshi is doing so much for human fighter representation but it is a shame that what people are taking away from him being such a fucking weirdo is that he's an anomaly among fighter characters (false) and not that he's the distilled form of the class (true.) like playing a fighter just does that to people.

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Something to note about the Spy x Family Code White movie...Loid didn't use the excuse of "Oh this is for the sake of the mission" when Yor was upset. In the past, he'd always relate her upset to the mission (ie 'I have to keep her happy so this doesn't affect the mission' vibes.)

But in the movie, when she was upset he didn't even go there. He said he could tell something was off, that she wasn't herself lately. He was worried about her and wanted to just cheer her up and make her happy, and so he bought the lipstick.

The way their relationship dynamic is slowly progressing is SO good.

#spy x family

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1. a couple months ago a publicist invited me to a concert and i accepted her invite and she said she’d add my name to the guest list. the night of the concert i was feeling a little tired and not entirely up for walking all the way to the venue and standing around listening to a band i’d never heard of. but then, as i was making dinner, i thought, “why don’t you pretend this is a date night with bill hader?” i realize this is an insane person thing to think. i do often go to concerts with friends; i am not in the habit of pretending bill hader is accompanying me to concerts. but that night i did put on the band’s album and pretend that bill hader was dancing around the kitchen with me while i cooked. and then i pretended that bill hader threw his arm around me on the walk to the venue and walked slower than usual because he’s taller and his paces are longer than mine. then i got to the venue. and i told the lady in the ticket booth that i was on the guest list. and i gave her my name. and she handed me two tickets, and she said, “here, for you and your plus one.” i was all alone in front of the box office. there was no one else around. at no point leading up to this had the publicist mentioned giving me a plus one. i laughed a little to myself at the idea of Imaginary Bill Hader being given his own ticket and then i went inside.

2. on the way home from acting class tonight, a long walk in the cold, i came upon a diner lit in warm golden hues, and i hadn’t eaten all day, and it looked irresistible, so i went inside. “for one,” i said, and the hostess said, “do you want to eat at the bar?” and i said, “no thanks, could i sit at a table?” and i was ushered to a table for two. it was a pretty busy night and i was kind of self-conscious about being the only person eating alone so i was like, “well okay i’ll just imagine i’m on a date with bill hader again haha.” and so i sat there and enjoyed some very good sweet potato ravioli with chestnut-cream sauce, and what was perhaps the best cheesecake i’d ever eaten in my life, all the while imagining bill hader seated in the empty chair across from me. and then at the end of the meal, my waitress came and cleared away my dessert plate, and she looked at me, and then she looked at the empty chair, and then she looked back at me, and then she said, “are you paying separate or together?” again, the other seat was empty. i had been sitting at this table fully by myself for the entire duration of the meal. the waitress had come by the table perhaps five or six times over the course of the hour, seeing me completely alone. and i said, “sorry?” and she said, “separate or together?” and i said, “…together?” and she said, “cool, do you need the machine?” and i said, “yes” and she brought the machine over and i paid, because my dinner companion, despite apparently being visible to my waitress, was imaginary bill hader. 

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mom was describing a tattoo a girl once took her to a back bedroom to show her, which was a fishing pole low on her pelvis with a line and hook that descended into her bush where a small clownfish hid amongst the hair. and that’s just. that’s a goal. and the ultimate freedom from obligation, like “gah I would shave but it would ruin my very good joke, what are you gonna do, I gotta make sure there’s foliage for my little clownfish to hide in”

then mom finished telling me this and looked off for a moment. “my god,” she said. “she was flirting with me. fuck. goddamn it.” 

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lmao someone called me cringe, and I knew instantly that they were at the impressionable age of 14, where you worry about how other people see you, and think cringe is some kind of end all insult that decimates everyone as much as it decimates you.

I'm ten years too old to be bothered by the word cringe.

you're gonna have to use something other than your own discomfort to bother me.

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sunsets after 7pm now !!!!!!!!!!! we made it guys !!!!!!!!!!!!

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#Pwhl

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That one scene from the movie

#Cute #spy x family

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The Beast that Bothers

#Cats