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glory, glory, glory: a mix for the heavens on high (listen)
“I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a piercing refrain of glory, glory, glory.” - R.J. Anderson, Ultraviolet
A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care
hey, look, it's a metaphor for your love life.
say “kate bishop is a sidekick” three times in a mirror and clint barton will appear, drink all your coffee, pet your dog and punch you in the face
i’m so fucking tired of heavily implied lesbian relationships. i don’t want heavy implications. i want my indisputably gay girls and i want them now.