I’m Ana and I have a soft heart and cold hands. Mostly a nerd, occasionally an artist, always a walking disasterεἰ δὲ θανόντων περ καταλήθοντ’ εἰν Ἀΐδαο αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ καὶ κεῖθι φίλου μεμνήσομ' ἑταίρου..
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— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)
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permit me voyage, love, into your hands (James Agee) Pride & Prejudice (dir. Joe Wright) Anna Karenina (dir. Joe Wright) Memories of Murder (Bong Joon-ho) In the Mood for Love (Wong Kar-wai)
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it’s crazy how much you can read if you read
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destined to chase sunsets in different skies.
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My dumb ass thinking for a second I got this because I have the whole chapter planned in my head, then look at the open document and realise I’ve only written 500 words:
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Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves
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Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Not the wound, but what the wound implies”
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Arthur Miller, The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts
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I didn’t need to cry again but here I am 😭😭😭😭
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“The ending we deserve” feel free to color and or repost
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destined to chase sunsets in different skies.
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“A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.” ― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
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[A white fortune cookie paper with black text reading: Your fondest dream will come true within this year.]
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