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Reblog if you cried

I’m SICK over not waking up to him everyday this is insaneeee

“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real

i go to bars and coffee shops and breweries and libraries and thrift stores all the time by myself and i have a chill banger time i love my own company. so why is the grocery store a warzone. im fighting for my life. barely make it out alive. if someone even looks at me i want to blow them up with my mind

ok what if, thanks to giving birth to two quarter-force/eldritch skywalkers, padmé wound up as a force ghost (but only said eldritch skywalkers could see her)

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we didn’t start the fire. no we didn’t light it, but we tried to fight it.

posting on here as well as my tiktok @vfxromy bc why wouldn’t i 🔥🔥🔥

Focus on me..

This is a sickening side profile my god