Jan 24
We don’t talk about this picture enough. whole ass out at a Dunkin’ Donuts. Stressed and on the phone in the middle of a fan interaction. Probably in his luteal phase too.
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We don’t talk about this picture enough. whole ass out at a Dunkin’ Donuts. Stressed and on the phone in the middle of a fan interaction. Probably in his luteal phase too.
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I am a monster... Hate me ... Destroy me.🖤
Pd: I need a T-shirt like Frank's
Sometimes ill be so far in my head abt things abt but then my dumbass cat shows up and things feel ok again cuz genuinely how can i ever take this face seriously
my very poor amateur photography skills from my film camera vs wembley night 3.
thanks.
10/10 rare aesthetics: princess/girly pop frank
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never kill yourself
Currently trying not to panic about something stupid because I'm notoriously not a dog person but a couple days ago one of my friends startled me and I barked. I BARKED. I think they heard it so I may or may not get some odd stares from a star soon. Oh goodness..
Had the strangest dream ( nightmare?) last night. It was Hamlet and he got back from that journey to England where he was kidnapped by the pirates but...he was not unharmed. He was there standing with Lavinia's faith thrusted upon him. He kept wandering the graveyard and the gravediggers ran away as they saw him. He stood frozen, staring inside a grave at the skull that was once his dear Yorick, shaking like a leaf and he started to trash around in a sorta agonizing frustrated dance. That was how Horatio found him. He looked upon him as he moved like a tree in the wind and asked
"Who is this? My sweet prince, that flies away so fast?"
And he approached him in the most gentle manner almost sobbing as he continued
"Speak, gentle prince. What stern ungentle hands hath lopped and hewed and made thy body bare?
Of his two branches, those sweet ornaments
Whose circling shadows I have sought to sleep in? "
He tried to reach for Hamlet but he shied away. " Why dost not speak to me?" Horatio almost screamed frustrated and crying. Hamlet stilled and tensed as if wanting to unleash a scream of his own but when his lips parted in his silent scream it was blood that poured out.
Some of it flying in the wind and staining his once dear friend's bones and then he finally fell to his knees.
Yip that was the dream. I'll go die now...