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if i think too much about how much daisy has lost i will actually start crying

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god she really is That Bitch

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WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

a tangled ball of red strings . . . Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

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oh god the new dash got me

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WHICH AESTHETIC COLOR ARE YOU ?

LAVENDER . . . Daisy has a soft heart. her home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks she's made, been given, or picked up on her travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by her comforting energy. her friends know they can turn to her for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, she finds yourself tending to others more than she does herself, and she often takes on more than she can bear of others' sadness.

Just remember-- you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

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favorite character meme » seven relationships ↳ 4. daisy johnson/skye and alphonso mackenzie: You’re my partner.

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she's so ... .. . . ♥

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1.19 // 4.15

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𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾?

GLASS CAGE. . .You feel disconnected from the world around you. You can see everything, everyone can see you, but you're not really there. No one can really communicate with you, can they? You're isolated, even when you're around people you're alone.  You want desperately to be close to someone, but you're afraid of what will happen if you shatter your glass prison. You don't want to let someone in, you don't want to leave, and it's a constant battle of your own will.  It's easier to be alone, where no one can hurt you... Isn't it?

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#Daisy Johnson, certified Badass™

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sometimes i think about the time daisy got stabbed in the shoulder with a throwing knife and then just. ripped it out and used it to fight the guy. girly pop really said “[gets stabbed] cool can i keep this?” BDHDJBD

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me listening to mitski at work and thinking of miss daisy

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i need to go to sleep bc i work in the morning but i'm thinking abt daisy's compassion and how Deeply she cares about other people, even people she doesn't know or has never met, and how that compassion ties to the pain and guilt she feels when bad things happens and she believes she could have stopped them. even if she couldn't have <3

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Agents of SHIELD | Daisy Johnson ✿ Season 01 x Episode 02 - 0-8-4

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coming from behind her, donnie wraps his arms around daisy, resting his chin on her shoulder. "happy birthday, pretty lady," donnie hums, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. "there's pancakes on the table when yer ready. emma helped. she also destroyed mrs granger's daisies because yer name's daisy so ya have t'have daisies on yer birthday. girl's gonna give me a damn heart attack one'a these days." trailing kisses along the curve of her jaw, he begins to sway with her in his arms. when she's downstairs, she'll be presented with emma's stolen bouquet of daisies, a silver locket with pictures of the three of them inside, and fancy dinner reservations for later.

IT'S DAISY'S BIRTHDAY ! @priestbit

the celebration of her birthday had always been a sensitive topic for daisy—not knowing the day you were born for most of your life would do that to you. even after learning the date—july 2nd, 1991—there remained a melancholy that enclothed the day. she hears it in her father's parting words, the last he would ever knowingly give her, and in memory of the first hug her mother gave her. but when she feels the warmth and safety of donnie’s arms wrapping around her, all thoughts of what-if’s and could have been’s escape her.

sleep is quick to thaw beneath the sunshine that is his smile, her own growing to reflect it. she hums a soft morning as she leans back into his chest, her own hands covering his around her middle. the softness of her smile grows to a grin as he explains his daughter's escapades, the warmth of happiness—love—swelling in her chest so suddenly that for an embarrassing moment she's worried her eyes are wet. luckily for her pride, she's able to blink back any burgeoning tears of happiness, and she replies with a mixture of teasing affection, “ that’s ’cus she takes after you, ” before turning in donnie's hold to press a smiling kiss to his lips. eyes closed and heart raw, she leans her forehead against his. “ thank you. both of you. it's perfect. ”

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literally anyone: tell me about daisy ! me, with a multi-page google doc hiding behind me: you don't want that