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“ ——– oh, beautiful for heroes proved , in liberating strife ! ” a sigh escapes , and it’s over . the memory of her beloved , with hands so still , reassuring the room , all will be well , all is well , ‘tis well . sleep washes over the lady . george was right. ( who more than self their country loved ! ) and yet , melancholy will wake with martha , and all will be wrong again , until she finds it otherwise .  // m.artha w.ashington as studied + loved by lainey !

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“I’m a Southern lady that almost never leaves the house without makeup on.”

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esmé  .

❝    THERE’S  NO  NEED  to  be  cruel  !    ❞        she  pouts,  and  promptly  takes  her  hand  from  his,  instead  crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest.    she’s  not  truly  annoyed,  but  she’s  always  had  a  flair  for  the  dramatic.        ❝    they’re  fashionable  names,  so  what  does  it  matter  if  they  just  happen  to  spell  out  a  food  …    ❞

“ i never meant to be cruel, esmé ! i like it ! my own brother is named lemony for heaven’s sake, do you really think i have a vendetta against people with food for names ? ” shakespeare once wrote a whole play analyzing how names can ruin a person. jacques does his best to forget the ending. “ i would adore you if your name was sundae, or vanilla or  something even sweeter. gee, come to think of it, i would like ya if your name was pasta puttanesca ! ”

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“ no, i don’t like you. ” yes, his sister just might be the infatuation for the count. yes, the fashionable fling, that might be more than the said snicket boy’s fling, is a frequent friend of the count. yes, they might share facial features and whatnot, but that did not mean they had anything in common, nor that they had to be friends.  they’re associates + nothing more.  “ don’t, as in do not. i do not like you. ” // @eyedisguised​

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cart wheels squeak and shoes heels click. with linked elbows and a tight grip on her basket, she steers both basket + man through the grocery, laughing at the lawyer and his idea of a shopping list. 

“ matt, matt, matt ! ” sweet lips sing his name, “ — somehow i don’t think, well, i suppose mimosas are a real actual thing, but one can’t live off mimosas their entire life ! ”

alcohol and orange juice are all they had agreed on, previous purchases that had sat near expired in the murdock fridge. martha had plucked fresh apples and flour for her own devices, hoping to convince him to accept some actual protein into his diet ( peanut butter, eggs, the works ). 

now as they round a corner, brightly colored boxes advertizing their sugary contents in the most obnoxious way possible seem to jump off the shelves. she’s been disliking the taste of the cold cereal recently, but somehow he always seems to know if there isn’t some sort of rot your teeth kind of food. i suppose nothing can beat tucan sam.

“ if we get you cereal, you can’t let the milk spoil, you hear that ? ” her tone remains light, and it’s loving. // @manwithout

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TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962) // SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change these to your liking !

it wasn’t a very big world, but neither was i.

are we poor?

why don’t you come down and have your breakfast now?

i’m not coming down.

suit yourself.

you tend to your own marbles.

he won’t let me have a gun.

you count your blessings and stop complaining, both of you.

you look right puny for your age.

i’m little, but i’m old.

there goes the meanest man who ever took a breath of life.

well, judging from his tracks, he’s about six and a half feet tall. he eats raw squirrels and all the cats he can catch. there’s a long, jagged scar running across his face. his teeth are yellow and rotten. his eyes popped. and he drools most of the time.

aw, i don’t believe you!

he’s liable to come out with his scissors and stab us all.

don’t you say “hey” to me, you ugly girl.

listen to me when i’m talking to you. 

don’t your daddy teach you to respect old people? 

sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another.

you look like a picture this afternoon.

i want you to stop tormenting those poor people and stay away from there.

i don’t think we better read anymore tonight, honey. it’s getting late.

can i see your watch?

can i sit with you for a while?

you’re up bright and early.

i’ve been up since four.

have you had breakfast?

i ain’t scared.

i want you back home right away.

do you want to poison yourself?

time for bed.

come on, i’ll tuck you in.

let’s see if you can read this.

what in the sam hill are you doing?

now, now. none of that crying.

you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

there are lots of ugly things in this world, son.

you take that back!

cut the fighting, you hear?

i don’t care what the reasons are. you need to keep your temper under control.

you aren’t old enough to understand some things yet.

if you shouldn’t be defending him, why are you doing it?

not tonight.

don’t you touch him!

why don’t you have a seat? that chair’s mighty comfortable.

will you take me home?

neighbors bring food with death, and flowers with sickness, and little things in between. 

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Ginny arriving for her appearance on Jimmy Kimmel Live! in Los Angeles - Feb 29, 2016 

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the person I reblogged this from is a cute peach

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a laugh escapes, and his gaze falls to the girl beside him. his hand squeezes hers. “ your name almost perfectly spells egg. ” // @miserymisses 

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i’ve been up since four.

it’s a new place to sleep, so he can’t. isn’t that how it goes ? she makes a silent note to tuck him in with the dogs. george would like the sight of that. at least seven of them ! in her finest linens, tossing themselves over one another, big happy grins.

a gentle touch pats the hound that has come to lick his lady, and an even gentler sigh escapes the pink lips. a smile, just barely there plucks at the corners. “ well, that is very early and i’m afraid i can never say the same. are you hungry ? shall we make breakfast together ? ”

a sin. // @guttersniper

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TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962) // SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change these to your liking !

it wasn’t a very big world, but neither was i.

are we poor?

why don’t you come down and have your breakfast now?

i’m not coming down.

suit yourself.

you tend to your own marbles.

he won’t let me have a gun.

you count your blessings and stop complaining, both of you.

you look right puny for your age.

i’m little, but i’m old.

there goes the meanest man who ever took a breath of life.

well, judging from his tracks, he’s about six and a half feet tall. he eats raw squirrels and all the cats he can catch. there’s a long, jagged scar running across his face. his teeth are yellow and rotten. his eyes popped. and he drools most of the time.

aw, i don’t believe you!

he’s liable to come out with his scissors and stab us all.

don’t you say “hey” to me, you ugly girl.

listen to me when i’m talking to you. 

don’t your daddy teach you to respect old people? 

sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another.

you look like a picture this afternoon.

i want you to stop tormenting those poor people and stay away from there.

i don’t think we better read anymore tonight, honey. it’s getting late.

can i see your watch?

can i sit with you for a while?

you’re up bright and early.

i’ve been up since four.

have you had breakfast?

i ain’t scared.

i want you back home right away.

do you want to poison yourself?

time for bed.

come on, i’ll tuck you in.

let’s see if you can read this.

what in the sam hill are you doing?

now, now. none of that crying.

you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

there are lots of ugly things in this world, son.

you take that back!

cut the fighting, you hear?

i don’t care what the reasons are. you need to keep your temper under control.

you aren’t old enough to understand some things yet.

if you shouldn’t be defending him, why are you doing it?

not tonight.

don’t you touch him!

why don’t you have a seat? that chair’s mighty comfortable.

will you take me home?

neighbors bring food with death, and flowers with sickness, and little things in between. 

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RP MASTERLIST. a series of unfortunate events (netflix, books, movies) + all the wrong questions / lemony snicket

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“What’s your favorite thing about her?” “She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly.”

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