Deal with it.
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Story of my life.
Anonymous said: It's 4AM, the end credits of Dead Poets Society are sinking into the black edges of my computer screen, and I'm crying like a little bitch. Damn you, poety, and damn you, Robin. I want to seize the day, but it's the middle of the night. And here I am, crying like a little bitch.
Yeah, well my fucking dog died today. I had him for almost eight years and he was the most beautiful soul ever and my best friend and now he’s gone. So there’s some real life shit right there.