Christian Slater -         Heathers [ 1988 ]

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ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴀᴜ!ʙɪᴄʜɪᴇ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤʙɪʟʟ ᴅᴇɴʙʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀs ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍʏ ʜᴇᴇʀᴇ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤʀɪᴄʜɪᴇ ᴛᴏᴢɪᴇʀ ᴀs ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴇʟʟ

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one day you will learn, and you will burn like my heart burn

ㅤㅤㅤ– the dolls of new albion

the smiles of summer are lost on me,

i find no secrets in winter

but i have observed almost without fail

three autumns in every year

yura beletsky, parties are for losers by ferry // three autumns by anna akhmatova, trans. by mary besemeres

writing original stories is So Damn Hard. i have already written four chapters but! thanks for one random thought! i need to change most of them.

absolutely obsessed with this thing

Heathers (1988) dir. Michael Lehmann

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ᴀᴜ! ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴀɪʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀᴀᴇ, «ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀ»

idk if this is an accepted thing in epic fandom or not but. in my imaginary my goodbye animatic odysseus' "why's your life spent all alone? // you're alone" trigger athena to have flashbacks about pallas. like y'know he still has a someone to fight for but her reason already dead for a long time. yeah.