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We are like a religion. We, the tired ones. We, the middle of the night ones. We, the howl at the moon ones. We, the aching. Our bodies are like prayers, like a pair of hands held out, waiting for the rain to come and fill them. We, these burned bridges. We, these altars. If God is gone, then we are our own churches. We, the abandoned. We, the holy, arching like the gates of heaven, finding forgiveness where we used to find nothing. If God is gone, then maybe he has hidden the light inside of us. We, the hallelujahs. We, the amens and the amends. We, the dirges. We, the absolutions.

Caitlyn Siehl (via facina-oris)

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I know I’m not a conventional beauty. You can read a lot of painful things on the Internet, which criticise you aesthetically - but as far as I’m concerned, that’s not what an actress is.

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Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray

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Tom Hiddleston by Sarah Dunn

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coloring challenge | create a coloring with only two adjustment layers

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James McAvoy as Bruce Robertson (Filth)

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natalie dormer appreciation week

day five: natalie + fav. outfits →  ALICE by Temperley outfits

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If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

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“Cell Block Tango (He Had It Coming)” - Chicago movie soundtrack

He had it coming, He had it coming He took a flower in its prime And then he used it, and he abused it It was a murder! But not a crime