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biggest heartbreak was like I always wanted to be a detective & solve murders but then I found out that that meant I would have to join the p*lice

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SBE - stupid bitch energy

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I’m the screaming at the last second

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what if we kissed in front of the plaque on the church where anne lister and ann walker got married in 1834 (and we were both girls)

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every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

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For all of the lethal barbs, snappy comebacks, and compliments dripping with poison condescension that first defined Big Little Lies, the show’s most powerful moments came when no one was speaking at all.

The seventh and final episode of HBO’s miniseries let snap all the tension that had coiled into knots over the weeks, somehow both suddenly and in excruciating slow motion. And no scene illustrated that simultaneous horror and release like the climactic one of the finale — and really, the entire series — when all the women stared at each other in silent urgency and immediately understood everything without saying a single word.

If my calculations are correct, there are approximately 10,000 things happening all at once in this scene. But the most obvious revelation is one that the entire series had been building to: Celeste and Jane share an abuser in Perry, Celeste’s violent husband who had, as it turns out, also raped Jane years earlier.

Jane’s eyes stretch wide with shock. Madeline, jaw setting with determined anger, urges Celeste to look at their friend and understand — which she immediately does. Just offscreen, their erstwhile rivals Renata and Bonnie connect the dots, their faces ashen and taut with alarm.

In seconds, and with the threatening man in question standing mere feet away, these women trust each other completely. It’s an unflinching instant of wordless recognition, an understanding so deep that speaking its underlying fear aloud is unnecessary.

It’s a feeling of awful, vital solidarity — one that I, and countless other women, know all too well.

Big Little Lies’ most riveting moments are the silent ones between women

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But I’m a Cheerleader 1999, dir. Jamie Babbit.

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the Black Mirror twitter account dragged some poor homosexual today

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Villanelle being herself

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growing up around straight girls as a gay girl and wanting so badly to completely connect with them because you loved them so much and you felt so much tenderness towards them and their friendship but there was also something always missing and you always felt like an outsider looking in because you could never be Truly vulnerable because being vulnerable meant being gay and being gay meant being predatory and the idea of being predatory towards girls filled you with so much shame 

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sometimes i hear songs i liked in middle school and i’m like…. how did i possibly relate to this as a 12 year old. who was hurting me so bad that secondhand serenade made sense to me

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Atomic Blonde (2017) Directed by David Leitch

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kissing girls is good for your mental health, trust me, i have a phd in lesbian

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y'all falling for straight girls still???

it’s 2019 y'all gotta get on my level start falling for gay girls who just don’t like you