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theboywiththeamputatedleg:

So, Annie Are You Okay
Are You Okay Annie
You’ve Been Captured By
You’ve Been Tortured By
A Snow Criminal.

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theofficialtimtebow:

where is your band tonight i bet they’re on hiatus

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The premiere of Sabrina, 1954

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I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.

-Fight Club

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