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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second

if i look back, i am lost
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āYou donāt always win your battles, but itās good to know you fought.ā
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Tokyo Ghoul (2017)
She looked wild and unkempt, for all afternoon, shamefully neglecting Prudie and the turnips, she had been out lying in the grass of another hayfield on the high ground to the west of the house, staring down at Ross and the men working on the hill opposite.
not voting isnāt refusing to play the game. Youāre in this country, youāre subject to the game whether you like it or not. The only way not to play is to leave, and the vast majority of us donāt have that option.
Not voting is playing the game but saying āpassā every time your turn comes up and then wondering why you lost.
life ruiner otps ~ Anne and Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables
āFor a moment Anneās heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbertās gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into oneās life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to oneās side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps.. perhaps⦠love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.ā