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THE BREAKFAST CLUB TRIVIA: (Deleted Scene) John and Claire’s kissing scene in the closet was cut because Hughes felt that “screen kissing wears thin very quickly.” Molly Ringwald described it as a “great kiss”
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Sleepy times #massivedog
Sleeping is nice because youre not actually dead and youre not awake so its a win-win situation
It’s like being dead without the commitment.
an open relationship with death
death with benefits
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if you honestly dont think we live in a sexist culture where people feel entitled to womens bodies then read the comments on any article about angelina jolies mastectomy and then after that slap in the face come back here and ill give you another
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Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I WonderMy eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new
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in 100 years.. will it really matter that i didnt do my homework
in a hundred years it wont even matter that you were alive. none of us will matter will will be memories, then the people whose memories we are in will die too and will will fade into pure nothingness.
so i guess i wont do my homework
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