this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life
only way this could be better is if it was a police dog and rise above was playing
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“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
The kids can’t know we aren’t in love. At least not until they’re grown and gone and doesn’t really matter any more. We’ll build a series of safe words. A word for when you are going to start screaming and won’t stop until your complete, brutal thoughts are exposed. A word for I’ll start crying in public because I’ve realized yet again that I’m going to waste too many years of my life on you. Words for both of us when we’re slipping out to have one of our affairs and not running errands like we overtly said. Safe words for both of us for those brief but powerful moments when murder seems like the best way out. The only way out. Almost the only sane thing left to do because we trapped ourselves in this Hell and it isn’t worth it and we don’t have the power to fight about it for even a second more, so this is the way we fix the whole thing. We’ll hear these words and we’ll cover for each other and we’ll make it through these years somehow.
man your picture/text combos are brutal
“Look at the Hardy Boys! They started out as kid detectives just solving mysteries in Bayport and now they have an entire book series about them!”
my favorite character in the show
and that’s actually saying a lot given how much i love ilana
Jack is hardcore as fuck
scare me like one of your french girls
For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.
You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king