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Yeah, I partake in fandom.

If by partake you mean whimpering pathetically over every little thing, becoming obsessed with no productive outcome and then losing control of my life because of it.

tumblr has changed my life to the point where my sentences can no longer be properly formulated because same yes good

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yvonnestrahovski:

jeremy renner more like throw me against a wall and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow

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It’s always frustrating to talk about movies with people who don’t love cinema as much as you do　

#I’m not kidding #sometimes I wanna cry because of a camera angle

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bachelorzeus:

my phases of crushing on celebrities go like this

• “wow okay you’re attractive let’s remember your name”
• “omg you’re a nice guy as well okay let’s watch some interviews”
• “AWWWWW BABY AWW LOOK AT YOUR LITTLE SQUISHY CHEEKS WANNA KISS YOU ON THE NOSE YOU LITTLE BABY WOO WOO”
• “what are you doing get the fuck out of here ugh you make me sick”
• “GET OUT WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT”
• actually taking the piss out of absolutely every thing that they do and every photoshoot they’re in as if they’ve been your friend since the start and the celebrity lifestyle is hilarious after how you’ve seen them in their early days
• almost marital status of checking up on them once in a while to see how they’re doing and still being in love with them but the flame has died and now you’re having infrequent squeals with delight instead of sex and are unsurprised whenever they appear on your dash as if they’ve been your husband for 15 years

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gingerhaze:

I DON’T UNDERSTAND, WHAT’S YOUR POINT

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Kramer tells George that he’s wasting his life

Seinfeld, 3.23: The Keys

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If, when I’m speaking to you, I copy your accent I promise it’s because I love you and not because I’m weird.

In constant fear that one day someone will see the series of faces I pull to illustrate the constant inner monologue that is playing in my brain.