Epistemophilia

julian bashir would growl “i’m…. not…. gay!” then smash glass with his hand and see the blood and murmur “…..or am i?”

the staccato trumpet trills from the end of TANK! but they just keep going

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holy shit i am in tears

Garak says every sentence like hes never said a sentence before and I think thats beautiful

"going offline" is wholly sanctimonious. if you're not generating an rss feed, you're injuring your soul. your friends need to read your posts.

Stephen King’s Fujo

ok guys but imagine how hard it's gonna hit if something good ever happens again

hi

actually i want to be alone rn

no i dont... hi

i think i might need to be on my own rn

T. S. Eliot covering Shania Twain: Let us go, girls, you and I...