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when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit

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🍄 Video (c) TheCotswoldsOnCamera 🍄

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#current mood

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@bitchys 1k celebration, day 13 - 16 (27th - 30th) : romance ELIZABETH “LIZZIE” BENNETT IN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

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Breath of the Wild Travel Posters made by LunacyLDN

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This is basically what my physical therapist had me do for my back problems last year and it helped with the pain so much! Also walk for at least thirty minutes a day, even if it's just in small chunks throughout the day.

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Kirsten Hassenfeld’s Fragile, Ethereal Paper Gems

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He is called simply The Surgeon, and everyone knows that his OR is neutral ground. Heroes and villains alike seek his aid when injured. You’re a hero, just in for some stitches, but waiting in the lobby is a villain you’ve tangled with before, and they’re weeping.

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“Long time no see.”

The villain jolted upright, tears still falling down their cheeks. Two splattered in their bloodstained lap, one after the other, and rolled slowly down the waterproof material. They’d probably end up pooling in their socks with the rest of the blood. Gross.

Their eyes widened, black pupils swallowing their irises. Blue? Green? The hero had never seen them without their mask before. The villain had freckles too, a deep coppery-brown against the sudden pallour of their skin. They weren’t usually that pale–oh god, were they sick? Dying? Maybe that’s why they were crying, maybe the Surgeon had told them-

“Hero?” they whispered.

“That’s me! No need to look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I think I am seeing a ghost.”

The hero twisted to look over their shoulder. Nothing but fluorescent lights and bright white corridors now dotted with blood. Definitely no ghosts. “No, just me. Am I missing…something?” Oh. Ohhhhhhh. “Wait, am I a ghost?” They bunched their hands into fists, their nails biting crescents into their palms and their bruised knuckles threatening to split. They seemed pretty solid, but weirder things had happened.

“Well, you might be. I did kill you.”

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AAAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD

I love how chill the Hero is, like “I died, yup, no biggie” and the Villain is SO SOFT. Stopping their villain life because you think you killed your nemesis???? S O F T.

i love them your honor!!

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ahhhh thanks linked!!