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hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

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I can relate to this

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  • Bro 1: bro let's get matching anchor tattoos
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  • Bro 1: so our broship doesn't float away
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drizzleandhurricanes:

"It’s my first time here. I wanted to come to - you know you don’t go to Comic Con without going down on the floor and seeing it all, and so the way I came up with doing that was Spider-Man." - Daniel Radcliffe at the 2014 SDCC

i feel like Dan Radcliffe is going end up at Bill Murray levels of cool ways of dealing with being famour

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Death. Again.

I’ve spent the last bunch of months fighting death, avoiding death, accepting the death of others, of those important to me and staring death in the face and begging it to take me. And now, as I try my hardest to not even acknowledge it’s possibility it is all I see and hear.

I am not eloquent enough to describe the depth of my pain for those who suffer. I am not eloquent, not nearly eloquent enough to explain what I feel. All I can say is this.

This afternoon another one of my male role models died. He was strong, kind and loving. He taught me things, me cared for me and he showed what it was to love the same person for more than 53 years. He instilled in me what to meant to be devoted, loyal and epitomise fidelity. He and his wife were the definition of everything I love in this world and they treated as one of their own. He left behind an incredible woman.

I’m not going to say more. And, I get that this post has no flow, no story. I’m sorry, my thoughts are like a grey mud.

Tags: death love pain