“There’s nothing quite like Shakespeare to make you forever thankful to be born in modern times.” Words sighed, letting her head fall down onto the book in front of her to add to the dramatics. “I mean ‘prithee, who is ’t that thou mean’st?’ - imagine saying things like that all of the time. Guess it’d be your normal at that point but... Simplified language rolls off the tongue so much easier.”
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“if i promise you can have my dinner, will you put me out of my misery? break my arm so i can leave this wedding?” if it had been anyone’s wedding but her longest friend’s, she would have skipped it - as it was, she’d settle for complaining to the other guests.” “i’d offer money but... think i have ten dollars on me.”
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Congrats to the TF2 community for finally getting a cosmetic into the game with the trans pride flag hidden on it. About damn time
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kansas miku… there’s not a whole lot as far as popular culture goes so she’s basically just wizard of oz miku also
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He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”
Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood
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BIGGEST FUMBLE IN MEDICAL HISTORY: cute girl assigned MALE at BIRTH?
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satoru hates seeing you cry, yet there’s also something beautiful about it. the fact that you’ve chosen to be vulnerable around him makes him feel protective over you. he wants to hold and cherish you until he can’t anymore.
“it’s fine, baby . . . let it out. ‘m right here,” he coos, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb on your right cheek. his lips catch a taste of the salty drops on the opposite side.
you’re gorgeous—always have been and will keep being—but you’re even more so when you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it. satoru’s hand rubs your back up and down, his other massaging your nape.
it may sound bad, but he’s secretly hoping that the moment continues forever. your pretty eyes sparkling with tears are a sight to behold, as well as your pouty lips. he wants to kiss your worries away and show you that he’ll love you no matter what.
“you’re going to be okay, mhm?” satoru mumbles as he places a kiss against your forehead. once he sees you nod and look up at him, a warm smile instantly forms on his glossy lips, “so fuckin’ pretty. keep lookin’ at me like that.”
of course, who or what ever made you cry will be held accountable one way or another, but your boyfriend doesn’t mind comforting you for a bit longer.
just to admire you.
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