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Un beau matin (Mia Hansen-Løve, 2022)  

emo boi

The Chemically-imbalanced-Romance

VIRGIL (*⁰▿⁰*)

what a beautiful ending

we could have been… us.

omg this is too good, gotta find pt 1 asap

Good Omens and the lost angel cpmtinues!

After the epic battle between Beelzebub and Crowley, Aziraphale and Babylon, Heaven’s executioner, they finally let the chaos calm down and return to their daily lives, as normal as it can be at least 😂 And what do the ineffable husbands and the ineffable bureacracy come across this time? 😂😂😂

P/s: sorry for the last ost, i just came back from class. Enjoy!

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Good omens and the lost angel: angels and demons gathering More supernatural entities keep showing up to Aziraphale and Crowley’s doorste

im gonna cry this is too cute

you’re the only one that i want

some post-war drarry for the soul~ (click the image for better quality ;v;)

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puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something

Dear Ed: things are terrible.

HOW TO BEAT THE TBR PILE: 

be the alpha

direct eye contact helps 

read books without adding more the pile

what do you mean you bought more books

stop it 

put those down

they keep adopting strays it’s become a problem