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PULP FICTION 1994, dir. Quentin Tarantino

When an injured/ill/exhausted/drugged/out of it character is propped up between two companions, an arm slung around each of their shoulders and held tight to keep them from slipping down, but still can barely keep their feet; sagging like a ragdoll between them, stumbling over their own feet or unable to even bear their own weight, head lolling loose on their shoulders or tipping toward one of their supporter's, toted along through every turn the others take but able to do little more than feebly try to hang on and keep their feet tracking, trusting in the others not to let them fall.

today was a “treat yourself” day

relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

Anya Taylor Joy

They are acting weird. Speechless

Holy Roman Empire / Ghost horses, we ride tonight . . .

Finally played and finished Red Dead 2, my heart is now broken so I drew some lads