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they should invent a creative project that you can just eject from your head fully formed like athena instead of having to agonize over it for one william hours

ffishstick

anyways id love to watch more shows but its extremely dangerous. what if i end up liking a character. that could be fatal

anniebracketts

castle // halsey (insp.)

avonlea71

Anne Of Green Gables

rohirric-hunter

"You could get up early and do it before work" I could also wait for a magic beanstalk to start growing in my living room LMAO. Let's focus on things that happen in the real world

echotunes

(to the tone of creep by radiohead) but i'm asleep. on mypillow

ruhaniya

"you should be at the club" i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be at the moon. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care.

bard-like

what-even-is-thiss

This post is ancient and stupid but I still laugh whenever I see it

1introvertedsage

unpeeled-human

nocturnal-necromancer

Hello?? Can anyone hear me???

stood-onthecliffside

kosmogrl

narrenstrich

“i‘m sorry anakin, for all of it“

thats-ee

had to get this out before we collectively move on from coldplay ceo

the-library-and-step-on-it

“I know that if women wish to escape the stigma of husband-seeking, they must act and look like marble or clay - cold, expressionless, bloodless; for every appearance of feeling, of joy, sorrow, friendliness, antipathy, admiration, disgust, are alike construed by the world into the attempt to hook a husband. Never mind! well-meaning women have their own consciences to comfort them after all. Do not, therefore, be too much afraid of showing yourself as you are, affectionate and good-heartened; do not too harshly repress sentiments and feelings excellent in themselves, because you fear that some puppy may fancy that you are letting them come out to fascinate him; do not condemn yourself to live only by halves, because if you showed too much animation some pragmatical thing in breeches might take it into his pate to imagine that you designed to dedicate your life to his inanity.”

— Charlotte Brontë writing to a friend who had been kind to a man she thought was married, only to have him fall in love with her because he thought she was flirting (letter dated April 2, 1845).