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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
... And am I really anything but a product of your influence?
Andromeda found what worked for her, found her niche and her image, and she stuck to it like nobody’s business—playing off her looks and her charms until it led most people to believe there was not much else to her than that. But at its core, her behaviour came from a deep-seated insecurity and belief that there really was nothing else to her than that. That the fun-loving person other people saw her as was all she really was. That her entire worth was her beauty, her occasional wit, and her vivacious personality. All looks and charms, but no substance, no soul.
I’ll draw three figures on your heart One of them will be me as a boy One of them will be me One of them will be me watching you run
We busted out of class, had to get away from those F O O L S
We learned more from a three minute record
Than we E V E R L E A R N E D in S C H O O L
THIS COULD BE THE END OF EVERYTHING SO WHY DON'T WE GO SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW?
DON’T GET TOO CLOSE, IT’S DARK INSIDE
Perhaps that was what it took for me to realize that there would never be a reconciliation with Bella. One of the things I had always taken for granted was that when we fought, we would eventually make up. While I had known intellectually what she was doing, what she was becoming and how drawn she was to the man who called himself Lord Voldemort, apparently it took violence for me to really accept how far she had gone.
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"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city, He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans."
want to set the mean girls who stole your boyfriends on fire?
no, asshat. we a r e the m e a n g i r l s.
Once there was a girl, ruled primarily by the sense and logic in her head. Once there was another, ruled primarily by the passion of her heart. But they each had a part of each other inside themselves.
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"But Elinor has not your feelings. His reserve suits her." "Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.” "They made rather pathetic ends, dear." "Pathetic? To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious?"
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"Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?" ”What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering? For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.”
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Emmeline Vance as Elinor Dashwood Andromeda Black as Marianne Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility
Dig them up, let's finish what we started
You could be the king but...
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
I know that you will