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this is a sign that if you’re not where you want to be, you’re still young and your future is what you make of it. so don’t give up on your dreams thinking that you started too late or you don’t have time. you have plenty of time to master a new skill or chase your daydreams. you still have time and you can do it.

fairylilies

i’m so sorry if someone made you think it’s hard to love you

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“Am I in love?—Yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes, I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait, I try to busy myself everywhere, to arrive late, but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”

— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

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my dad guillermo laying it out

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His table is piled high with food he will never touch but he will kill you for taking the smallest morsel, even if you are starving

shit how did I completely miss the point of this part

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Also, his eyes aren’t in his head. They’re in his hands. He only sees what he reaches for, what he desires, what he wants.

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what level of woke

priestessamy

Guillermo del Toro is a fucking artist and he knows what he’s doing. I love that man

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tankaramo

me: *gets scared that i’m wasting my life* me: i’m gonna deal with this feeling by taking a long nap in the middle of the day

knifenymph

change does not come from a place of comfort

bearzerky

i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then

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Sylvia Plath was right

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About what?

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“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”