Titanic • 1997, James Cameron ↳ A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
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Titanic • 1997, James Cameron ↳ A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.” ― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
31/? costume design: Atonement by Jacqueline Durran
“what’d you do today” oh, y'know, just isolated myself from everyone and slept bc existing in general is unbearable
I am a free human being with an independent will.
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this is one of the first books I intend to pick up after exams and I can’t wait☺️
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Literary classics: United Kingdom
Rare Snowfall On The Acropolis In Athens, Greece
‘What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet’
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar