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For the relationships that are a jump in the deep end <3 

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this is iconic

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Everyone always wants to talk about Hook or Pan. Everyone always wants to debate which one is good and which is evil - who we’re supposed to follow and who we aren’t. The Peter Pan mythos has pretty much shrunk down to nothing but Hook and Pan (Hook, SyFy’s Neverland, Pan, OUAT, etc). Occasionally Tinkerbell factors in (Hook, Disney’s Tinkerbell, OUAT, etc). There’s one character, however, that always gets sidelined - which is puzzling since they are the main character of both the play and the book. That character is, of course, Wendy Darling.

Peter Pan is Wendy’s coming of age story. Wendy who decides to run away from home. Wendy who realizes that she must grow up - and that there’s no shame in that. Wendy who sees Peter as deficient and sees Hook as empty and decides that, no, she doesn’t want to be a part of that. Wendy gets the adventure she’s always wanted and she turns away because she realizes that it’s lacking. She’s the only one who truly sees the hollowness of being young forever. Barrie even says “You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.”

People always debate on who the hero is. When they learn that Peter could be horrid they assume it has to be Hook. Of course, the answer is that neither of them are the hero. Wendy is the hero of the story. You’re not supposed to be like Peter, who kept every good and bad aspects of being a child and can’t tell right from wrong. You’re not supposed to be Hook, either. He let go of everything childish and loving about him and became bitter and evil. They’re both the extreme ends of the scale. You’re supposed to fall in the middle, to hold onto the things about childhood that make it beautiful - the wonder, the imagination, the innocence - while still growing up and learning morality and responsibility. You’re not supposed to be Hook. You’re not supposed to be Peter Pan.

You’re supposed to be Wendy Darling. 

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Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. it doesn’t just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.

Sarah Dessen (via purplebuddhaproject)

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straight boys are weak and pathetic, queer girls walk into the ladies changing room and see ten women naked, do they stare? do they say something inappropriate? do they make them uncomfortable? no because they have the common fucking sense to recognise when a situation is sexual and that people deserve the most basic level of respect to not be harassed, yet here we are banning shorts and low cut tops in school because straight boys are weak and pathetic

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official ranking of every turtle emoji on emojipedia

a beautiful friend. a wonderful smile. i will protect this perfect tortoise with my life. thank you.

just a cool and good turtle, going about its business. keep doing you, turtle.

simple, minimalistic, well executed. a solid turt.

a unique perspective on the humble turtle. it takes guts to break the mould like this. bravest turtle on the list.

a cool stylistic approach, but kinda lacking in personality.

the shading is really badly done, but the fundamentals are quite solid. an adequate turtle.

this is just the twitter one but less friend looking.

“turtles… they’re sort of weird and blobby, right?” - apple emoji designer, 2016

the style is very good. extremely well rendered. but unfortunately, this turt’s fuck ugly. look at its face. this turt is no friend of mine.

fisher price.

utterly disgusting.

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Here’s my favorite vine. RIP in pieces vine

@thedevilinthealchemy

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i want to exist everywhere. cities dappled with pastel-colored houses, hands grazing soft yellow fruits in markets, a blur of conversation in a crowded train station. i start to think in another language and my mother tongue is gauzy, a rosewater aftertaste. mornings are heart-fluttering awakeness, a rich yellow. i am seated at a café. warm, dark, acidic tastes and smells. girls in soft-fluttered skirts, bronze-shouldered, are reading wilde, shakespeare, dickinson. i take pleasure in people-watching and creating names, narratives and dreams for strangers that i will never meet. i bite into something filled with raspberry, tart and bright. afternoons are alive, a brilliant red. museum-wandering. an exhibit of gold egyptian jewelry. marble sculptures of goddesses. coiling, dreaming japanese pottery. navigating maps and asking for directions in a language that feels clumsy on my tongue, dipping in and out of memory. night is the deepest, most passionate indigo. outdoor concerts that last well after midnight. the stars are a brilliant tapestry. everything glows and bursts. collapsing into bed, i am at ease. my heart is silvery birds’ wings

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Everything in the universe is either a potato or not a potato.

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And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad; the dreams in which I’m farming are the best I’ve ever had

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Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost (via soracities)

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When I hear police sirens getting closer

Me, a homebody who never does anything illegal: They found me.

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They can’t tell me who to be ‘cause I’m not what they see. Yeah, the world keeps on sleeping while I keep on dreaming for me and their words are just whispers and lies that I’ll never believe.

I’m Still Here - John Rzeznik  (via themiddlespectrum)