Star Girl Blog✨

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Virginia Woolf, The Years

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selenagomez via Instagram: Thas my best frien -she a real bad

[itsstargirl5]

It's theater 🎭 day in Brasil today, and I'm a very proud Brazilian soooo HAPPY NATIONAL THEATER DAY!

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I am in a moment when I just see the things in Tumblr and give RT, that's all

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A lot of people start following me here, and I literally don't understand nothing hahaha

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“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”

— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance

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“When you love someone, it’s never over. You move on because you have to, but you take them with you in your heart.”

— Elizabeth Chandler

[flowerytale]

Helen Oyeyemi, from White is for Witching

[thoughtkick]

“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Rainy and Artsy Dark Academia moodboard

(Photo credit - Pinterest)

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“How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion." ―Eleanor Clark

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Andrea Gibson

[itsstargirl5]

I will keep it safe.

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when hands touch

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes by : Khaled Hosseini, from "And the Mountains Echoed"/Margaret Atwood, from" The Blind Assassin".}

[positivity-rocks]

I hope July is kind to you. And I hope that this July, you are kind to yourself.

[itsstargirl5]

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Para: Eu mesma

[welten-wellen]

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

– Kait Rokowski

[thoughtkick]

“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles