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full offense… shirley punching theo in the boob while they are arguing is the most relatable and realistic Sisters Moment in all of cinematic history.

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i aspire to love my job as much as jake peralta loves being a detective

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tuppence middleton for the times magazine, 2016

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I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.

Annelyse Gelman from “The Pillowcase” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone

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male characters who are soft, who don’t give in to toxic masculinity are valid as heck and i will defend them until i die

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“I fell. He followed.”

— some otp poetry I found on my spanish assignment today

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if you’re ever sad just remember that lana wachowski filmed 8+ hours for the finale but we only got 2.5 hours of it .... yeah it’s just sad 

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The spirit of Jean-Claude. Hi.

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concept playlists

you’re running down a gleaming hall in a light, frothy ballgown the colour of honey-blossoms, past endless tussore-silk curtains which conceal dusty portraits that have long since lost their shine. you are lost, set adrift in your own enchantment, caught between all that is and all that could have been

you’re lying on a field of wildflowers with your best friend, the sullen murmur of bees shouldering their way to your ear. popping a strawberry in her mouth, she smiles at you sleepily, her hair curling delicately around her warm sun-drenched eyes, and your heart catches in your throat at the curve of her cherry-stained lips 

you are in the driver’s seat, speeding down highways, dusky light illuminating the old car. the streets are empty on this shadowy night but every time you turn the wheel excitement surges through your veins and you feel as if you could go on forever

it’s late evening and you’re trembling and trying not to cry because it’s like the whole world is on your shoulders and you’re going to fall with the knowledge that no one is there to catch you. your sister takes your hand with a sigh and tells you gently that it’s alright, things will get better and someday you will find your way home

you’re sipping pomegranate tea and walking through an art museum, eyes filled with childlike wonder at the paintings hanging off the wall. you feel a weight lift inside you and think maybe true love and happy endings do exist, after all

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i’m ready to drop out of uni and go study at hogwarts

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get to know me: ten female characters // diana prince

“it’s not about deserve, it’s about what you believe. and i believe in love.”

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favorite characters: rose dawson ♡ A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

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girls that listen to little mix are so valid

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How cruel, how profoundly tender.

Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012 

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i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream.

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i’m all about heartless girls, the kind who define themselves by how much they can live through. girls who walk around holey, girls who scare everyone with our emptiness, girls who are fragile but almost immortal, self destructive and never destroyed. girls with mean eyes and soft lips and more magic than they know how to handle. girls who are sometimes cruel, ruthless, parasitic but always hungry. girls who wonder if they see beauty in this breaking because it’s really there or just because seeing anything else would hurt too much. girls who can’t grow up now, won’t - don’t call us woman, we will never be yours to hold or will hold anything for you, we just can’t be that kind of nurturing anymore. girls who hardened their heart and still came out bloody, girls who love their softness with vicious hands, girls who aren’t afraid to bleed. girls who are somewhere between cockroach and phoenix. girls who weather every storm, girls who take, take, take and take back what you tore out, girls who know nothing but how to survive.