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https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/794300978281234432/a-photoshoot-of-sam-in-some-mixture-of-womens-and?source=share
A creative and sexy joint photoshoot with Sam and Jacob would also heal/kill me. We deserve that.
Okay okay okay, hear me out on my Vivienne Westwood (recent) looks though, because Jacob as Louis or emulating Louis for a promo shoot would kill Westwood FW2023:
And Sam as Lestat would destroy the French inspired Westwood FW 2019/20
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"Ask me how I am and I'll scream," she said. "How are you," said Camilla, who was a pill. "I see you calling my bluff and I resent it," said Gideon.
Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
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I can't watch too much letterkenny or I start talking and acting like a Canadian hick
This is specifically for people who offer to help because they aspirationally want to be a good person but realistically do not set boundaries around their own time and aren’t typically able to offer the kind of help that they’re offering.
https://medium.com/eggsisting/to-people-who-offer-to-help-but-cannot-deliver-b637712af14b
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I get up again
Getting back on track, reminds me of practicing chords and arpeggios, the black lines and dots signifying the movements of my fingers on the frets or the keys, hear the right tone with my tin alloy ears amid flats and sharps, splats, and sparks of "oh! I nailed it!" and breathing in time, subdividing rhythms, it was kind of boring but in the end rewarding – what I'm doing now though is surviving, "keep your eyes on the prize"-ing and realizing that I can't just live, I have to thrive, so if it seems pitiful that I'm proud that I got out of bed, or kept myself fed, it's nothing I haven't heard a thousand times in my own head, every word of doubt a betrayal that I'm figuring out how to keep at bay, and even now I keep finding a way to see it as beautiful, to disagree that a single step is small or pitiful, it's a constant struggle when my mind's a lot of scattered rubble, but don't worry, even if I can't hurry up and get well, over and over I'll tell you: be patient, don't hold your breath while you're waiting, I don't know what to say, except I'm gonna be okay – maybe not soon. But someday.
The blinds let through a slight blue evening light in my bedroom, pens and papers and discarded pajamas on the bare sheets, I have a beer & iron & wine in my ears sings softly something sweet and sorry with nonsense refrains, nonsense, na na na na na na na I have nothing to write about nothing that would be a poem
Hey there, pomme de terre, get well Someday. Poor little pigeon all lonely, Here is our lovely desert. It's yours For the taking. Don't wait. Don't waste Time. Life is long enough as it is, so Survive the rainy season until we can thrive.
