there are three "couples" to the audience of tgcf and they're 2/3rds absolutely delusional and 1/3rd stalkers.
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the secret diary of laura palmer, jennifer lynch
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Yiff attack
Now this is the kind of stuff I wnat filling my inbox
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“Oh it was so weird that Will had a crush on Persephone in tsats that his bf’s stepmom” BOOOOORING He just found her pretty yall need to start having some fun in your life!
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Acting like I didn't bawl my eyes out in the middle of a kid's library while reading mothering heights
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“I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.”
- Jane Eyre
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currently rereading trc and many things change but the feeling of euphoria i felt after ronan beat the shit out of adam's dad remains
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The horrors are stored IN the house
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the secret diary of laura palmer, jennifer lynch
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During the borrringgg RAD School hours
MC: There’s this Romance book I’ve been reading, it’s pretty good I think you’d like it!
Satan: Is that so? I’d love to see what you’ve picked out, MC!
MC: I left the book on your Bed, check it out once you get home~
The long-awaited “Romance” book:
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I like when character's bows act like that
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If fanfiction is not real literature then why do I feel empty inside after reading a 150k words sterek reality tv au fic.
I mean, it sucked my soul out of my body. It was an otherworldly experience. I don’t remember the last time a plot twist in a traditionally published book surprised me as much as this one did. Someone could tell me that fanfic is a bestseller, #1 New York Times, and I’d believe them in a heartbeat.
When a traditionally published book gets me to stay awake until six thirty in the morning when I have to wake up at eight am just so I can finish it the way ao3 fanfics do, then we’ll talk about literature.
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I wanna move to a hippie commune so badly. Yknow the type Björk grew up in. We'd write and read stories and poetry all day and make our own food and make our own art and when the night comes we'd dance around the campfire to some sick ass techno.
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