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We’re gonna have to get a little bit closer. 

TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron

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Christina of Sweden was a 17th-century monarch who ruled as a king. Born covered in hair, she had a cry so deep that everyone thought she was a boy. Happy to learn she was a girl, her father decreed she would have the education of a prince and made her his heir. She inherited the throne at the age of 6 and ruled for years as a blunt, unmarried, lady king who often disguised herself as a man for political and safety reasons. Source Source 2

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We each need to find our own inspiration, Kiki. Sometimes it’s not easy. Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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I saw my life as if I’d already lived it; an endless parade of parties and cotillions; yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter… I felt like I was standing at a great precipice with no one to pull me back. No one who cared, or even noticed.

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Adorable nerd love at its finest. Love these two!

Brendan+Beth=Breth

We met on a cold and windy night with a crystal clear sky full of stars. The first thing he ever said to me was “hey! Nice buttons!” I thanked him and then challenged him to identify as many buttons on my bag as he could, then to find the oldest button. He failed to find the eldest button, a light green circle which reads “UPITY WOMEN UNITE” in all caps; but he did correctly identify enough of the other nerdy buttons for us to be able to chat amicably all the way to the party. Once there, he showed me his bravery when he very boldly complimented my rack. Then we each drew up our wits and quipped at one another until our host had become quite tired of the sound of us. Before the party was over, we had exchanged Facebooks as a means of getting in contact again; and get in contact we did. The mating dance of the nerd changes depending on the subjects involved, in our case, we began with puns, and silly nerdy pickup lines. Then we moved on to Star Wars trivia and theories, Hogwarts houses, favourite Doctor Who episodes, DC or Marvel, videogame prowess, etc. Soon lunch plans were made. On April 4, 2014 we finally went on our first date to see Captain America Winter Soldier together. It was another cold night with views of the cosmos, and we walked from campus to the movie theater, and back; then we ran back to the movie theater just before it closed since someone had found my purse, but they would only hold it until closing time. We ran side by side, crossing the entire campus in less than 10 minutes with the cold air freezing our throats with every breath. We then retired to his apartment for cuddles on the couch and Casino Royale. And since that first night together, each of us knew the feeling spreading in our bones was not adrenaline, but we couldn’t say it yet. It would be a few months before either of us admitted to hearing the call of our hearts so early. Our souls knew each other, our minds craved each other’s company, our hearts beat as one, and we found comfort in each other that we had never found elsewhere. We knew it was love. And 4 years and 10 days from that day, we intend to declare our love to G-d and to everyone, as we swear an undying oath of fidelity, love, care, and trust to each other. We do hope you will come and witness our union.

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This is where I’d live if i was a mermaid

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“There are always two little beautiful humans looking at me like I’m the most important thing in the world. They copy everything I do, especially my son. I’m very careful how I treat my wife because I know that’s how he’ll learn to treat women. I call my wife pet names, and my son started calling his sister those same names. Recently I picked flowers for my wife. And the next day he picked flowers for his sister.” (Moscow, Russia)

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I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a flat calm, in 24 years at sea. Yes, like a mill pond. Not a breath of wind. It will make the iceberg’s harder to see with no breaking water against the base.

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Tuesday, 1 August, 1944:

Dearest Kitty,

“A bundle of contradictions” was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one. Can you please tell me exactly what “a bundle of contradictions” is? What does “contradiction” mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within.

The former means not accepting other people’s opinions, always knowing best, having the last word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I’m known. The latter, for which I’m not known, is my own secret.

As I’ve told you many times, I’m split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-colour joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer. No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me.

Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone’s had enough of me to last a month. Actually, I’m what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker – a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particularly good either.

I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn’t I admit it when I know it’s true? My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win. You can’t imagine how often I’ve tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne-to beat her down, hide her. But it doesn’t work, and I know why.

I’m afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. I’m afraid they’ll mock me, think I’m ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously. I’m used to not being taken seriously, but only the “light-hearted” Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the “deeper” Anne is too weak. If I force the good Anne into the spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a clam the moment she’s called upon to speak, and lets Anne number one do the talking. Before I realize it, she’s disappeared.

So the nice Anne is never seen in company. She’s never made a single appearance, though she almost always takes the stage when I’m alone. I know exactly how I’d like to be, how I am… on the inside. But unfortunately I’m only like that with myself. And perhaps that’s why-no, I’m sure that’s the reason why I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think I’m happy on the outside. I’m guided by the pure Anne within, but on the outside I’m nothing but a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether.

As I’ve told you, what I say is not what I feel, which is why I have a reputation for being boy-crazy as well as a flirt, a smart aleck and a reader of romances. The happy-go-lucky Anne laughs, gives a flippant reply, shrugs her shoulders and pretends she doesn’t give a darn. The quiet Anne reacts in just the opposite way. If I’m being completely honest, I’ll have to admit that it does matter to me, that I’m trying very hard to change myself, but that I I’m always up against a more powerful enemy.

A voice within me is sobbing, “You see, that’s what’s become of you. You’re surrounded by negative opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people, who dislike you, and all because you don’t listen to the advice of your own better half.”

Believe me, I’d like to listen, but it doesn’t work, because if I’m quiet and serious, everyone thinks I’m putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I’m not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be sick, stuff me with aspirins and sedatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can’t keep it up anymore, because when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside g out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if… if only there were no other people in the world.

Yours, Anne M. Frank

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Fika Cafe, Toronto.

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sister sign lessons

Aries + Libra:

Aries teaches Libra that backbones exist and they should put themselves first + Libra teaches Aries that other people have feelings and opinions that matter just like they do

Taurus + Scorpio:

Taurus teaches Scorpio that earth does have things to offer so they should be happy with life while they're living it instead of worrying about what's next + Scorpio teaches Taurus to not be so materialistic and learn they should live life to make it worth while because YOLO

Gemini + Sagittarius:

Gemini teaches Sag to go with the flow and to let their curiosity get the best of them sometimes + Sag teaches Gemini what goals are and to search for meaning and be a little bit deep when it comes to finding more random knowledge

Cancer + Capricorn:

Cancer teaches Cap that it's okay to have feelings, to appreciate the small things in life, and not be so gruff and focused on work + Cap teaches Cancer to not be ashamed of pursuing their goals and to be a little bit independent emotionally

Leo + Aquarius:

Leo teaches Aqua that they should share their love and a part of that is sharing how they feel + Aqua teaches Leo how to love and help the greater good and to go out and search for new things that interest them and not hold on to the past

Virgo + Pisces:

Virgo teaches Pisces to face their problems and emotions head on and that a little life structure goes a long way + Pisces teaches Virgo how to dream (because it's not a waste of time), what subtlety is, and to go with the flow if things don't turn out the way they were "supposed" to

*check sun and moon*