God damn it I have this empty void of shittyness inside me and it isnt going away. Fucking fuck why do I have feelings. I want to feel normal again. Gsjfiskcjfmsjfhsodns
MISHA COLLINS, YOUR FACE BREAKS MY HEART
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UNF.
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did we ever cross paths? what was his camp nickname??I bet you did!
He was Yeah-Yeah and I think he usually was in Yellow? But I’m not positive. I know that when I was OLP he was either in Yellow or Red.
He was in Blue. :) I remember ‘cause I OLP’d for his group. Aww, I remember him singing at campfires and all the girls (you and me, lol) were like “FFFFFFFFF HE’S SO GODDAMN CUTE GAAAAHHHHHH”
Dat movie.
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I wish I could be a cat… No school, no job, no money… Just laze around all day and touch boobs.
Oh wait, that is me. :)
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Matthew what are you doing.
And here, we see a wild Shemar Moore and Matthew Gray Gubler. Neither notice our crew, so we are able to snap a few shots of them in their day-to-day activities: eating burgers and taking naps in a cardboard boxes.
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The shirt seemed heavy until he saw there was another shirt inside it, the sleeves carefully worked down inside Jack’s sleeves. It was his own plaid shirt, lost, he’d thought, long ago in some damn laundry, his dirty shirt, the pocket ripped, buttons missing, stolen by Jack and hidden here inside Jack’s own shirt, the pair like two skins, one inside the other, two in one. He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands.
Goddamnit, this scene makes me bawl like a baby. I remember I went to see this in the theater and everyone was in tears.
Bawwww
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