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❝ heaven help the fool who falls in love. ❞ independent ophelia of shakespeare's hamlet written by luna ( under heavy co. )

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[daisyridleyupdated]

Daisy Ridley as Mary Debenham in the first official trailer for Murder on the Orient Express

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Yahoo UK interviews Sir Kenneth Branagh, Daisy Ridley, Josh Gad and Willem Dafoe for their upcoming movie Murder on The Orient Express after a press conference on May 5, 2017 in London, UK.

[wordsnquotes]

You must not hold onto love too tightly, with your heart clenched like a fist because love has lungs, it requires air and can be suffocated.

Beau Taplin, “Love Has Lungs,” Hunting Season (via wordsnquotes)

[psychonom]

You care and that’s what kills you.

Skins UK (via psychonom)

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sunminded :

    easy smile just grows easier,    and his fingertips feel warm at the concern.       romeo was not starved for compassion by any means,    but he is a social being at heart,       positive attention a motivating thing.        curls splay m e s s i l y across his brow after a       quick                       shake                        of                             his                            head.

      ❛        i’m just not a fan of the cold, really.  i’m fine with some COMPANY, though  ?       ❜

His request earns a small smile from the girl-- certainly not a social being, company not kept by more than a few that her father deemed well suited. Hand moves to tuck a lose strand of hair ( a bashful gesture, she picked up some time ago ), responding with a simple nod. 

“If that is so, then I hope I’ll do. I have nowhere to be   for the moment, and would be happy to stay.” 

[thequotejournals]

And in her smile, I see something more beautiful than the stars.

Beth Revis, Across the Universe (via wordsnquotes)

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philosophiie :

          “Have you spoken yet?” His words are careful, tentative at most coming off his tongue. It has been a couple of complicated few days, though he intends not to worsen the situation, brows raising slowly. Lips tug into a warm smile.             “He speaks with such fondness about you, you know.”

“Only briefly. Finding moments away from the court’s watchful   eyes has proven difficult since his return.”

She wishes it weren’t so, longs to be by his side and to help however she may ( ever the young prince’s friend before his court ), but her father was strict in his words and the queen observant of the couple. Still, her smile brightens with Horatio’s words.

“And you the same. Hardly a letter went by while away without   mention of your name.”

[thelovejournals]

When you care about someone, you just do, and nothing changes that.

Amanda Hocking, Lullaby  (via wordsnquotes)

[doubtstars-a]

poorbcy :

               ❝ Well, why are you worrying about that? We’ll take care of it when it happens. ❞ James doesn’t give any phony reassurances that he’s going to take care of her afterwards, and fuck it, everyone knows his history with groupies. ❝ If you don’t wanna go, I won’t force you, but— ❞ He pauses for dramatic effect. ❝ Maybe you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting it, or maybe you won’t. It’s your decision. And by the way, I agree with your father and brother that I shouldn’t have married Lorcan, just ‘cause he’s a piece of shit. ❞

“Will we?” 

It’s almost accusatory, by far the harshest she’s spoken since meeting him and she flinches the moment the words leave her lips. Eyes fall down, brows furrowing as a sigh shakes her form. She has a right to worry, a right to question his offer-- a defining choice will be made, and neither scenario is something Ophelia whole heartedly wants. 

“I want to go. I do-- it sounds thrilling. But I’m scared,   James. It’s not as simple as you make it out to be.” 

[thelovejournals]

I used to build dreams about you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Benediction (via thelovejournals)

[medievalthymes]

new or used bookstores? ice skating or swimming? apple cider or peach juice? ocean or a creek? neon or pastel? snow or sand? canoeing or biking? satin or velvet? lilies or lilac? bath or shower? purse or backpack? candles or diffuser? ice cream or gelato? 

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poorbcy

              ❝ Well, believe it or not, I was raised in a convent and for the longest time I thought I was going to be a priest. ❞ James can’t help but laugh at the irony of how things really turned out. ❝ You don’t have to be proper anymore; it’s the twenty-first century. You can swear and drink beer and talk to men without your father’s consent. Common sense, really, but somehow I feel like your father wouldn’t approve of the word of a rockstar who shags guys and girls, and has a husband. ❞

“He most certainly would not-- nor would my brother.   Why else would I have snuck out to see you at the pub?” 

Still not sure how much she approves of his lifestyle ( always a fan of his music, of course, but never did she think she’d have the opportunity to meet him ), but certainly not the one to lecture him on his choices. Tugging of her sleeves resumes once more, teeth sinking into her lower lip-- so many questions, but unsure of how to approach them, having been taught to hold her tongue for so long. 

“What-- what happens when it’s over, if I do go?”

Doubtful that she’d be able to return home after the fact, and almost certain her charm would wear off and James would grow tired of her. 

[doubtstars-a]

sunminded :

        having just come in from   BITTER   WINDS   has blurred his edges,   brown   eyes     watery and cheeks burning red, but the curl at the corner of pale lips is nothing short of i m p i s h,     and he thinks he’s clever. romeo breathes AMITY,  a strange type of practiced-casual slouch in his     shoulders,         and             lilting            words            are              laced            with           laughter. 

       ❛       no, the tears are not from emotion, miss — OPHELIA ?    there’s no need to worry.       ❜

                                                                   .   .   .

                                                              @doubtstars

She worries, seemingly her nature to do so. Compassion filled, eyes crinkled with concern as a fleeting frown crosses features. Perhaps not her place to speak out ( hardly knowing the boy in question ), but his response eases her mind, if only somewhat. Nod in response to her questioned name, soft smile touching lips. 

“I am glad to hear so, but even so-- can I offer you   assistance in any way? You do look rather disconcerted.” 

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philosophiie :

@doubtstars​ liked this for a starter !

            “Friends to this ground.” A small smile, his eyes turning to face Ophelia once again. 

“Indeed.”

Smile returned, soft as she, small dip in head. 

“You, more so than I, it seems. For which I thank you.” 

[wordsnquotes]

I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I’m much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. That’s just the kind of person I am. I’m the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox. But that’s fine with me. I don’t mind at all. Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wordsnquotes)

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poorbcy : 

              ❝ You’ll never get this chance again. ❞ James knows she knows, but he’d just like to remind her— he can tell she’s shaken up by this offer, and that only makes the smile on his face grow wider. ❝ You don’t have to tell me right now. You’ve got the rest of the night to think about it, and I know you’re worried about what they’ll think, but fuck it, life is short, you’re young, I’m young, and that’s when you’re supposed to have fun. ❞ He’s very much acting the part of the charismatic, charming rockstar right now that has made so many people his devotees; he knows it works, he knows he’s convincing, that’s why he’s doing it.

The rest of the night. That puts her at ease, somewhat, but it’s still not nearly enough time. If she were to stay, she knows exactly where her life would lead-- under the thumb of her father, to university with her brother and to marry Hamlet like their families had always discussed. It was safe, and she could be happy, but always wondering what would have happened if she had chosen differently. To leave, though, and reach for uncertainty with open arms-- well, the thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. 

“A little more than just worried. I’ve been raised to always   behave like a proper young lady. It’s-- all I’ve known. I’m   not sure what to do with myself outside of the mold I’ve   been made to fit in.”