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lol guess what i got into……..

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Cousin dear, I love you, trust no one but you…!

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strength is carrying a burden and not letting anyone know how heavy it is.

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I know you’ve forgotten me I know you so well my friend

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Yooo could u draw helene and sonya U have a rad art style

the best gorls!!!

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Books, / books, / books– (to lean on, to run to, to hide in)

Gebre Kristos Desta, from ‘Solace’ (trans. Solomon Deressa)

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shotfierce:

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     HER   AVERSION   TO   THE    cold  only  prompts  him  to  show  that  he  is  generally   unbothered   by  it.   it’s  all  subconscious,  but  standing  there,  boots  caked  heavy  with  snow,   his  coat  hangs  open,   and  the  rest  of  his  clothes  do   little   to  shield  him  from  the  russian  winter.   surely,  fedya  didn’t  expect  a  warm  welcome,  but  he  had   MISCALCULATED   just  how  skeptical  the  situation  would  be  for  anyone  but  the  woman  who  lay   dying   inside.   still,  at  this  point,  he  means  no  harm,   well  aware  that  the  rostovas  and  their  godmother  had  already  been  through  their   fair  share   of  it.

     ❝   i  just  think  it’s  wrong  that  anatole  isn’t  here  to  face  consequence  for  his  actions.   ❞    he  sighs,  bowing  his  head  a  bit.   his  faults   FREEZE   in  the  cold.    ❝   -  and  since  i  had   part   in  the  scandal,  i  want  to  do  what  he’s  apparently  refused  to.   ❞

          she glances behind her, into the darkened hall, into the warmth waiting inside ( even if the people in the house are COLD ), and a sigh escapes her lips. she turns back to face him and the freezing wind outside, and hazel eyes flicker up and down his body, taking in his clothes and apparent lack of protection ( or care to protect himself, she supposes ) against the russian winter. gaze returning to her hands, she watches herself wring her hands once more, still unable to meet his eyes. a strangely bitter laugh leaves her at his words ( she’s not used to being angry ).

          ❛ well, that certainly is true. ❜ the EDGE to her voice takes even her by surprise, but she uses it to her advantage as she straightens her spine, lifting her chin to finally meet his gaze once again.  ❛ she is already sick, dolokhov, i don’t know what else you — or the prince — would be able to do, unless you are planning to heal her yourself. ❜

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princeandrci:

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andrei is not the sort of person who will insist on offering kindness —- maybe some part of him wants to be, but it sits unnaturally in his mind, an imposition that he cannot make genuine. this is because, of course, that when andrei is nice, it is not out of genuine desire for it, but for some practical reason, and with the utmost regard for continuity and consequence. had sonya not seemed so cold, he might have dropped it then —- but he doesn’t want her to get sick from this frigid weather. it will affect him, after all. so down this unnatural route he must go. that question of how puzzles him again, his hands refusing to fall from the strap, still ready to remove his bag so he might give his coat. “ are you sure? it’s really —- it’s not inconvenient at all, if that’s your concern, i have time to go get another … ”

          she stares at him, awkward smile frozen on her face. she doesn’t want to bother andrei by taking his coat and sending him to get a new one for himself, and then there’s the whole issue of remembering to return it ( though she’s sure natasha would love to use the excuse of having to return it to him to see him more often than she already does ). she opens her mouth to protest further as a cold wind brushes past them, preemptively shutting her up and sending a shiver down her spine. growing sheepish, she pulls her sleeves over her hands and rubs the back of her neck, peering up at him through her bangs.  ❛ i guess borrowing it for a bit wouldn’t hurt. ❜

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MORE MARY AND/OR SONYA please!!! I love them and they look so cute in your style!!!!

she!!!

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And if you could be a dead guy, what kind of dead guy would you be? I’d be a ghost.

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welcome to moscow

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sonya is good-

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I care.         I care a lot.                 It’s kinda my thing.

Leslie Knope (via wordsnquotes)

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anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

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princeandrci:

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    andrei thinks immediately, and with very little shame, that she’s done something irresponsible, and if perhaps she had not been somewhat of a friend ( or alternatively, something slightly more than an acquaintance ) he would have kept it in mind —- if only to tell pierre about it at some later hour, with scathing and unnecessary disapproval. yet the fact is, no matter how irresponsible, seeing illness befall sonya on account of a mistake seems to him rather unpleasant. so, in response, his hands rise from his sides, quite awkwardly, to preemptively grip the strap of his book-laden satchel. it’s not a question of what he ought to do, of course, but how he ought to go about it —- andrei doesn’t particularly want to appear kind, lest it lessen him somehow. “ my dorm is pretty close, if you want —- you could borrow for a bit, i wouldn’t mind —- i could just go grab another jacket for myself later … ”

          hazel eyes widen almost comically wide at the suggestion, and she waves her arms in the air quickly, sending the ends of her sweater sleeves flapping over her hands.  ❛ oh, no, no ! ❜ she says, sentence punctuated with an soft, albeit kind of awkward, laugh.  ❛ that’s okay, i’m really fine. you don’t — you don’t have to lend me anything, really. ❜ andrei definitely has things to be doing, or places to be, most certainly, and she doesn’t want to send him out of his way just because of a silly mistake she made.  ❛ i wouldn’t want to be any trouble, and besides, this really is a warm sweater, i swear! ❜ she can feel herself rambling, and she's suddenly thankful for the cold — her cheeks were already rosy before she even started talking.