horridstewart

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Art by Vladislav Pantic

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“Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that... there are many kinds of magic, after all.”

~Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

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My mother is not at peace today, because of something that I did. How can I live with that?!

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Sometimes, the right things spoken at the right time by the right person can also mean absolutely nothing to us.

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louder for the people at the back

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Happy International Women’s Day (insp)

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Being an oversensitive person and a heartless person at the same time is like wanting to be Sherlock and John at the same time..

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Tom Holland’s entire Instagram story about the Oscars on Instagram’s account | 04/03/18

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Love....!!!❤❤

soooo, this is a thing

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🦄🦄❤❤💚💚

-Blair Waldorf

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reunion

when they are finally alone, she breathes into his shoulder holding him as tight as she can so he knows she loves him.

he breathes her in trying not to scratch her cheek with his stubble; hands wrapped around her waist, trying not to break her.

she doesn’t care she kisses every part of his face, presses her forehead to his, and cradles his cheeks with her palms

“i love you,” she whispers, tears drying now

he pauses, staring into her face and when she laughs out a sob, and beams at him, as he strokes her face, finally, finally, he kisses her deeply