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Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via feellng)

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wordsthat-speak

Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get up inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness so a simple phrase like ‘Maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘How very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working it’s way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

The Kindly Ones (Neil Gaiman)

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mickeyandcompany

I wish… more than anything… more than life… more than jewels…

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popculturebrain

Trailer: Disney’s ‘Cinderella' - March 13

Directed by Kenneth Branagh, starring Lily James, Cate Blanchett, Helena Bonham Carter (obviously), Richard Madden and Stellan Skarsgård.

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forwoood

ciinderiisms

Top 10 Reign Characters (as voted by my followers) 6. Leith

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( dxdger : )

Wincing sympathetically as Emile bent down to pick up one of the cartons, Dodger made sure he bent down to scoop up the rest before his friend got any ideas. Following the boy into the house, Dodger hooked the door with his foot to swing it closed, spinning back around to walk the familiar path to the kitchen, tugging the grin back on his face.

“Well, it’s right convenient, you can imagine, ‘cause the milkman asked me to help him just today!”

Emile turned to face his friend from beside the kitchen table. Despite the sad state of his physical being, Emile was still quite lively and sound in his mind. He knew Dodger; he'd known him for some time now.

"--- Dodge, are you telling the truth?"

He remembered his father asking Dodger that same question so very often. He wondered if he was very much like Felix Tessier; he hoped so. He prayed for that every night. The eleven-year-old fought without fail to remember all his father's words of wisdom.

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( driizella : )

❝ Okay, so I don’t actually care. I need you to cause a distraction for me. ❞

" O-Okay... What sort of distraction? Do you need it now? "

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abrideoffire-archived-deactivat

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

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godlywarrior-deactivated2013100

Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.

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haverthorn

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Robert Frost (via poetry-and-insomnia)

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aseaofquotes

Veronica Roth, Allegiant

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( princessxcinderelly : )

Smiling softly she did what she was told, lifting herself to the branch she let out a relieved sigh, plopping herself onto her butt. Looking around, she inhaled the fresh smell, and that view!

Emile let his legs dangle over the side of the high branch. He could see the palace in the distance, the setting sun bathing the towers in gold. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

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( skysawake : )

── ╰╭✿ ;;

It wasn’t as if she created the mess on purpose, it’s just when she reached up to open the cabinet door, she sorta— accidentally swung her elbow into the eloquent arrangement.

"Wow good job Anna…" she mumbled, stepping backwards as she scanned the room for the mop. While the flowers were gathered, she strode over to the corner of the room and picked up the object, passing it to Emile.

"Here. Sorry about that… I couldn’t find the glasses."

These ladies were unusual noblewomen. Maybe it was customary in their country to help servants, or maybe they were simply kind. Whichever was true, Emile was pleasantly surprised and touched by Princess Anna's assistance. His own mother wouldn't have done such a thing for him.

"There is no need to apologize, Your Highness," he assured her with a smile, taking the mop from her. "--- Are you thirsty? Shall I fetch you some water?"

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( dxdger : )

“I’m happy to see you, too.”

Dodger murmured, continuing his circles in his friend’s back as he kept talking, glancing up once just to double check that no one is playing the snoop in an upstairs window. And a plan already cooked in the back of his mind, twisting around itself as it grew from the seed of an idea into something more. But that would take a little time to mature, wouldn’t it. And Dodger has a little time, surely, pulling away a little to coax his friend back into the house.

“Come on, let’s get the milk inside before it gets too warm, yeah?”

Emile nodded, sniffling through his smile. He wiped the back of his hand across his cheeks, getting rid of the tears. He knelt down and lifted one of the milk trays. The metal handle stung his raw hands, but he was still able to get the tray inside and set it on the kitchen table.

"When did you start working for the milkman?"

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