"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club."

The Breakfast Club (1985) (X)

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parskis:

There’s something eery yet beautiful about watching an object gain sentience and start questioning its own existence.

parskis:

There’s something eery yet beautiful about watching an object gain sentience and start questioning its own existence.

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Balance & Composure.

My cousin text me last night to ask if I wanted to go see Balance & Composure with him today because he had a plus one.

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exrszm:

evolutionists:

Olivier de Sagazan.

Transfiguration.

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howab0utn0:

"nobody fucking helps me in this house"

howab0utn0:

"nobody fucking helps me in this house"

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eerz:

Damn, girls with leg tattoos sure take a lot of bubble baths

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