Zuhair Murad | Spring/Summer 2024 Couture
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Triple Chocolate Mousse Cake Recipe
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Matthew Daddario in Wild Game
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“Did you think this would all be much easier than it’s turned out to be?”
Sam scratched the back of his neck, then shrugged. “I guess… maybe, yeah,” he admitted, “it was probably stupid anyway, I dunno. I had this vision of me coming home and it was like we’d pick up where we left off… plan another wedding or something. I know… it’s stupid.”
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RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE
↳book > screen
“Baby.” It’s become a thing: baby. He’s knows it’s become a thing. He’s slipped up and accidentally said it a few times, and each time, Henry positively melts.
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“Hello?” It’s Henry’s voice, sweet and posh and shaky and confused, and relief knocks the wind out of him.
He hears Henry’s exhale over the line. “Hi, love. Are you okay?”
He laughs wetly, amazed. “Are you kidding me? I’m fine, I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Just hold on until I get there, we’re gonna figure this out.” “I will.” “I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”
Henry exhales a wet, broken laugh. “Please, do hurry.”
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Pantry by NEAT Method
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“You said your vows to your bride and as I sat amongst all our friends and all your family in a vineyard on a Saturday, I felt every word I’d ever written you evaporate and retreat from the places I’d left them for you, seep back into my body through my fingertips, float up my veins and land in my chest heavy, with urgency, with finality, with conviction. With all the gravity our history deserves. After the rehearsal dinner, my wine and your whiskey unwound our tongues into the truths we were too afraid to let loose before, you looked at me with those drunk eyes I knew so well, the ones I used to swim in and love back and fall asleep with, and you repeated over and over how glad you were to see me and that I was there and how much it meant to you. How much I meant to you. Disarmed by your candor, unhinged by another round, I echoed your sentiments, told you that when I think about college and Los Angeles it’s all you, it’s all us, all those years, you are every single one of my memories. You said ‘me too.’ I know it was your way of saying ‘I’m sorry.’ Sorry that I wasn’t the one you’d be reading vows to in a vineyard the next day, that I’m still alone, that you’re so happy. Sorry that I’m not the reason. It feels impossible to forsake it all, to wish you away, to take back the rambling years and manic days I invested in you, because I can still hear you in every word I ever wrote. So with my chest heavy and my tongue unwound, I am releasing your guilt for not loving me and releasing my guilt for not ever feeling worthy of your affections, I am choosing to accept your 'me too’ with all the gravity our history deserves, I am gripping my pen tight and writing like I’m finally free.”
— slendergraspongrammar
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ELIE SAAB Couture Spring/Summer 2024
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FLORENCE PUGH
attends the 2024 BAFTA Film Awards in London | February 18, 2024
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Baked white mac + cheese with bacon
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