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My Beautiful Woman based on a true story. 

Think twice before you judge a parent. 

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Interstellar by XL Wei

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Andrew Tarusov

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“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within?   That’s dead. Forever.” — Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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迎えは来ない

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stranger things meme [1] eleven and/or the monster

I’m the monster

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speckled

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• Use the hand you write with.

• Make a fist with your thumb outside, not tucked inside. If it’s tucked inside your fist, when you punch someone, you might break your thumb. The thumb goes across your fingers, not on the side.

• Don’t be like in the movies—don’t aim for the face. Face punches don’t usually stop people, and you can miss when they duck their head or break your hand on their jaw. If you want to get away quickly, or end a fight, aim for the chest, or the ribs. If you really want to do some damage, e.g., you’re being attacked, aim for the throat, which will make it hard for your attacker to breathe for a hot minute.

• When you punch, you want to aim and hit with your first two knuckles. Not the flats of your fingers, and not your ring or pinky knuckles, which can break more easily. You can use your weight, if you’re on your feet, to add wallop, and spring into a punch with your feet and torso.

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For it is my duty to light your way as you travel through the darkness, I shall serve as the guardian of your flame, such that it never goes out.

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I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.

Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)

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#TTTOP x Sotheby’s auction in Hong Kong

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Ebensee, Austria

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“What type of person do you want to be?”

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And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice, and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

#DO YOU EVER CRY BECAUSE THIS PRECIOUS BOY ALMOST WISHED HE WAS DEAD #JUST SO THAT HE COULD HAVE WHAT EVERY CHILD CRAVES #TO BE WITH HIS PARENTS #AND NOT HAVE THE WEIGHT OF THE WIZARDING WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS #TO JUST NOT BE ALIVE #BURIED UNDER THE SNOW WITH LILY AND JAMES #SHOOT ME I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS #THE TRAGEDY OF THE POTTER FAMILY WILL FOREVER DESTROY MY HEART