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Remember what weâre fighting for
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Ballerinas at the Paris Opera doing their barre in rehearsal room. Paris, France, 1963Â
by Alfred Eisenstaedt
Youâre irrationally angry 365 days a year, Nick.
A man, a dragonâ I love you! Whoever you are. Let it be as you wish. Just donât go now.
WHAAAAAAA is this Beauty & The Beast as a dragon because I WILL WAT THE FUCK OUT OF THAT
Trailer: https://youtu.be/gOGndm1rSak
tell me why this budgetless gay youtube series made for fun by a group of friends has the best editing and writing of anything iâve watched in a year.
also tell me how this single scene can contain every single one of the top three most iconic lines in history.
The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty,
Bram Stoker, from The Collected Prose Works; âDracula,â (via violentwavesofemotion)
i am coming apart, dismantling myself in front of you. scraping off the paint until i am nothing but a canvas of colors that were once vibrant but are now washed-out and empty. i do this with shaking hands and weary eyes and all, like an artist who has just finished a masterpiece, paint under his fingernails, and decided that no, itâs all wrong, it wonât do, Â i hate it i hate it i hate it. but youâre standing there and youâre staring like i am the guernica, like i am the starry night. you look at me like i am a masterpiece when all i see are rough and scratched and torn. you look at me like i am remarkable.
piÚce de résistance // f.r. (via billowys)
(wearing a t-shirt that says âI MADE SNOW ANGELS AT THE DYATLOV PASS AND ALL I GOT WAS MY TONGUE RIPPED OUTâ)
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on itâs sword.
Hozier
Innocence died screaming. Honey, ask me, I should know.
- From Eden, Hozier
Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty parts of me
Foreignerâs God, Hozier