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gilmore girls starter sentences (part one) 

❝ i wanna be good, life’s just not letting me. ❞

❝ i need coffee in an iv. ❞

❝ who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my finals? ❞

❝ give me a burger, onion rings, and a list of people who killed their parents and got away with it. i need some heroes.  ❞

❝ i think we should get married. ❞

❝ don’t look at me, i had nothing to do with it. ❞

❝ my god, those are good genes. ❞

❝ we should be out partying with the homies. ❞

❝ school comes before _______’s mental health. ❞

❝ great, we can hold hands and skip afterwards! ❞

❝ i almost fell off the roof of my house, so i have to have pancakes. ❞

❝ this is what i’ve always pictured the inside of my head to look like. ❞

❝ i walked around in a blind rage, i was crazy. ❞

❝ take a polaroid. paint a still picture. do whatever you want. ❞

❝ you’re a vicious trollop! ❞

❝ should i be putting a tongue depressor in your mouth right about now? ❞

❝ well shake him real hard! maybe he’ll disappear! ❞

❝ i think i may have loved you, but i just need to let it go. ❞

❝ oh sure, but first why don’t you use a medieval torture instrument to crush my ribs and flatten my spinal cord in order to accommodate your sadistic wishes? ❞

❝ jerk! ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, frat-boy, lowlife, butt-faced miscreant! ❞

❝ here’s to hoping that your cat exposes itself to you soon. ❞

❝ what are we if not the world’s champion eaters? ❞

❝ my excitement must be clouding my ability to judge comedic hyperbole. ❞

❝ don’t go all west side story on me, okay? ❞

❝ stop trying! stop talking to me, stop following me, stop asking me questions. just stop! ❞

❝ you seem very obsessed with length. ❞

❝ that’s so cute, you’re like a really sweet old agoraphobic couple! ❞

❝ gee, thanks for spoiling it for me. ❞

❝ an innocent boy/girl/person like me should not be raised in an atmosphere like this. ❞

❝ do you want to push me in a lake? it’s cathartic, i hear. ❞

❝ did anyone ever think that maybe sylvia plath wasn’t crazy, she was just cold? ❞

❝ when a woman gives birth to a crack baby, you do not buy her a puppy. ❞

❝ people are especially stupid today. i can’t talk to any more of them. ❞

❝ i need it to be over because i can’t take this anymore. ❞

❝ only prostitutes have two glasses of wine at lunch. ❞

❝ this great man was brought down by my vagina, okay? ❞

❝ if you’re gonna throw your life away, he’d better have a motorcycle! ❞

❝ tie your tubes, idiots. ❞

❝ am i crying or laughing? ❞

❝ i have no patience for jam hands! ❞

❝ i’m attracted to pie. it doesn’t mean i feel the need to date pie. ❞

❝ i love you, you idiot. ❞

❝ i’m afraid that once your heart’s involved, it all comes out in moron. ❞

❝ it’s all any of us wants, to find a nice person to hang out with ‘till we drop dead. not a lot to ask! ❞

❝ oy with the poodles already. ❞

❝ this thing that we’re doing here… you and i. i just want you to know that i’m in. i’m all in. ❞

❝ it’s five in the morning, go make coffee at your own house. ❞

❝ i can’t stop drinking the coffee. ❞

❝ i stop drinking the coffee, i stop doing the standing, walking, and words putting into sentence doing. ❞

❝ i’m planning on despising everyone who says ‘hey, how’s it going?’ ❞

❝ i freak out at beddy-bye. ❞

❝ all they do is bitch, bitch, bitch. ❞

❝ i’d rather have bird crap fall on my head. ❞

❝ i don’t like mondays, but unfortunately they come around eventually. ❞

#( PROMPT. ) #I LOVE GILMORE GIRLS AHHHH

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            The library; synonymously known as Phoebe Heyerdahl’s SANCTUARY. She’s spent many study halls, many free periods, many afternoons sat among the stacks and stacks of books; some dusty and old, some brand-new – all of them waiting to be picked up and rifled through by the attentive, hungry eyes of Phoebe. She adores books of all kinds, though is mostly drawn to classic literature and scientific journals when it comes to her personal interests. 

            Today, she’s busy mapping out molecules for her after-school tutoring session; her homework is already done weeks in advance, and she needs something to help pass the time while the school day winds down. Her nose is buried so deep in her chosen text that she doesn’t noticed that she has a companion at her usual table until they’ve leaned in to speak. Despite the low, even tone of voice, she jumps just so initially; just as quickly, her surprise is replaced with slight shock, mixed with a gentle indignation (if it were possible). 

           “I– language!” It’s an impulse at this point; whenever curse words fall from her friends’ (re: Helga’s) lips, she’s quick to chastise them, if only for a second. Still, she can’t help but feel flustered, a fact that she tries to cover up hastily. “Is it really necessary? There are much better ways to emphasize a point, more conducive to academic environments.” 

            She still hasn’t answered his question, but leans forward, soft voice growing softer. “And in a library! We’re supposed to be quiet!”

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                  WHY he’s in the library is BEYOND him. Hell, maybe for once he’ll actually GIVE two shits, and read the selected reading for AP English. Book in fingers as he SPIES a FREE seat at a table, and half a smile comes next as he SEES who’s occupying it. Making his way over, and sliding in he talks in a low whisper. 

                                   ❛ Is it really TRUE that you  NEVER fucking swear? C’mon you can tell ME–fuck, that MUST be some feat you know? TO never let a swear drop from lips…or maybe you let ‘em out ALL at home..hell, maybe you swear in different languages and no one even fucking KNOWS  ❜  he’s for once GENUINELY smiling as tones are kept hushed, and blue eyes of his widen,   ❛ Sorry am I bothering you? ❜  KNOWING the answer is an OBVIOUS yes. 

#priick #v: high school #omFG STEFF #also wowza this got long my apologies #but HOW DARE YOU SPEAK SUCH WORDS IN HER PLACE OF WORSHIP #THE LIBRARIAN GODS ARE LOOKING DOWN UPON YOU

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hey arnold + social media

❝It’s real life. And in real life, you can’t always win.❞

#( AESTHETIC. ) #( THE BEST FRIEND. ) #( THE EMPATH. ) #( THE KEEPER OF THE LEGENDS. )

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The number one question is where do I poop?

#( STOOP KID. ) #( HILLWOOD. ) #IM FUCKGIN SCREMAING #SOMEONE MAKE A STOOP KID

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man if anyone has any home remedies/simple cures for tooth aches/pains I am all ears

#( TBD. ) #i've had a tooth ache for the last 14 hours #tylenol and oragel aren't doing much anymore so i'm making peppermint tea #and if that doesn't help i'm going to walk my ass to walgreens and take care of this shit but ugh it's just #REALLY warm outside and i don't want to walk all that way but i need to relieve this bs pain #i already resigned myself to skipping class but they're relatively minor classes i just #am so so so done with this #I ONLY HAVE LIKE 3 1/2 WEEKS LEFT I DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW

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isoldmyurl:

hey could you hold this for me *gives you my hand*

#( SHIP: PHOEBE & GERALD. ) #:)

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this lady is co cute, guys

#( THE BRAINS. ) #THIS IS TOO CUTE GOODBYE

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    I THINK I’M BEING PERFECTLY RATIONAL CONSIDERING THE CIRCUMSTANCES!

#( SELF PROMO. ) #:D

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“You seem so nervous. Is something wrong?”

DEBBIE JUST HIT THE WALL

          “Nervous? Me? No, no – I’m fine!” She sounded the opposite of it, though there was a point to be made here. In her hands, she clasped an envelope tightly, holding it up just enough for the official seal of Harvard University to be visible. 

          “It’s just that the fate of my entire future is sealed in this envelope, and I don’t think I can look!”

#hatclad #arnold i'm so sorry omg #this rarely happens but when it does....w hooo boy

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“First, you gotta do the truffle shuffle.”

DEBBIE JUST HIT THE WALL

                “The – the what?” Her eyebrows furrow together as she repeats the words in her head. Truffle shuffle. No, she definitely didn’t know what that meant. And then she shakes her head slowly, her hunch telling her that it probably wasn’t anything good. 

                                                ��“I’m sorry, but... no. I won’t.”

#royalseafarer #eric u fuckboy what r u doin

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#( RADIO. ) #( THE GANG. )

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poetpunch replied to your post:“I got a little banged up.”

it’s at least a bi-weekly thing tbh

you’re gonna kill her helga omg

#poetpunch #TBD #it probably gets to the point where she stops asking the concerned mom question and just goes 'the other guy look worse?' #and then get her a popsicle or smth #but good GOD

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“I got a little banged up.”

DEBBIE JUST HIT THE WALL

                  “A little? Helga!” Her calm demeanor was effectively shattered at the bruise on her friend’s cheek and her bloody lip. In no time, Phoebe is ushering her into the house and toward the bathroom, quickly soaking a small towel in cold water when they reach their destination. She hands it off to Helga to press to her cut while bending down to dig for the first aid kit underneath the sink. 

                  “We talked about this! Who was it? Are you feeling alright? Should I call someone?”

#poetpunch #how often does this happen do u think #phoebe's becoming the mom friend so fast jfc

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“If you say you haven’t, you’re a prude. If you say you have you’re a slut. It’s a trap.”

DEBBIE JUST HIT THE WALL

               “That’s such a skewed correlation; and setting science aside, it’s silly.” Not silly. Stupid. But she wouldn’t say that, no, not in this context. Instead, she frowns, nose wrinkling in distaste as she shakes her head. “I suppose it’s asking too much of society to be more forward-thinking, just as it is to ask, as childish as it sounds, for society to mind it’s own beeswax.”

#cxrrera #omfg phoebe #thanks for sending this in btw!

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Send “stolen” to steal a kiss from my muse.

#( PROMPT. ) #i dare u

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             She nearly jumped at the call of her name, but a pleasant smile spread over thin lips nonetheless – a party! It had been so long since such a social occasion had arisen among the group, and as Rhonda spoke, she nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! I’m sure everyone will be thrilled!” Finally, they wouldn’t have to draw slips from a hat to decide what to do (despite it always being dinner, or a movie, or both). 

                                                    “Saturday, yes? What time?”

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         ‘ phoebe ! ! i’m so glad i caught you     i wanted to ask if you were busy this weekend, i’m having a party. ‘ she, since entering high school had less && less parties, her parents were starting to get concerned that their DARLING little daughter had suddenly forgot to keep up appearances; and they simply couldn’t have that. ‘ if you could, ‘ she continued     assuming phoebe would be free, ‘ tell helga && the rest of the gang! ‘  

#crookedearrs #v: high school #phoebe's plans probably consisted of reading 'the rise and fall of the roman empire' #so rhonda's the savior here

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oh…..she so beautiful тт

#( THE BRAINS. ) #oh my GOD