i have therapy in twelve hours i need to sleep
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i literally just opened my eyes but as a soon as i saw a post about louis acknowledging otb being a queer anthem i sat up
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I’m obsessed with the idea of the philosophy of the object world. In a place where anyone can be recovered as they’ve always been at the drop of a hat, does the idea of death become dull and mundane? Is it commonplace for murder to occur? Has murder even staid a crime anymore when it’s all easily fixable? What does the other end of the mortal coil feel like? Where do they go when they’re dead? Heaven? Hell? A waiting room? Some unique combinations of all 3? It’s maddening, thinking about this
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btw i shouldn’t have taken that nap
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adhd meds are great. But take them too late in the day and watch out
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For the love of god please let me fall asleep before Lone Star starts
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was about to fall sleep and then this came to me
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I can’t sleep because I’m suddenly thinking about the SVT concert and the possibility of going and now also with the possibility of me getting tickets by the barricade because I have verified CARAT presale. If I do actually get them that means I’ll be breathing in Lee Chan’s face and sharing the same air and I don’t know if I can take that.
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this is gonna be the new where were you when buck is in the room dropped like where were you when canon bi buck dropped?
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amanda’s shopping list for saw 3: guns. shotguns. a fancy antique box to put jeff’s gun in. tools for an at-home brain surgery. powerful anesthetics and other drugs. bandages. a jar of acid. 100 dead rotting pigs.
hoffman’s shopping list for saw 3: community centre acting classes Level 1: Intro To Acting/Reacting. ball gag [DENIED]. regular gag and sexy brown leather wrist restraints. a tight white undershirt with a weak and flimsy hemline that i could rip to impress swat commander hottie. for the traps… i don’t fucking know, a big block of ice or whatever. two big blocks of ice or whatever. and two big jugs of melted ice for special agent hottie.
lawrence’s shopping list for saw 3: dear john. my name is dr. gordon. i am 100 years old and i live in agony. for christmas i would like the pain to stop
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