Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, itâs the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.
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Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, itâs the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.
ginny weasley
thereâs the silver lining Iâm looking for.
jasmine pencil test by mark henn for aladdin (1992)
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002) dir. Chris Columbus
It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.
âIt was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me, it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.â
The Force, itâs calling to you. Just let it in.
or yet in wise old ravenclaw if youâve a ready mind, where those of wit and learning will always find their kind. (for @johnsonangelina)
                       to infinity                                                                                      and b e y o n d
Silence, Wood.
since before i was even here at all.
â not easily conquered, the thirteen letters.
The Last Words Of Famous Writers
When youâve dedicated your life to words, itâs important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: âGoodnight my kitten.â Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: âI want nothing but death.â In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: âI canât sleep.â
L. Frank Baum: âNow I can cross the shifting sands.â
Edgar Allan Poe: âLord help my poor soul.â
Thomas Hobbes: âI am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,â
Alfred Jarry: âI am dyingâŠplease, bring me a toothpick.â
Hunter S. Thompson: âRelax â this wonât hurt.â
Henrik Ibsen: âOn the contrary!â
Anton Chekhov: âI havenât had champagne for a long time.â
Mark Twain: âGood bye. If we meetââ Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: âIs it not meningitis?â Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: âSince the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.â
Washington Irving: âI have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?â
Leo Tolstoy: âBut the peasantsâŠhow do the peasants die?â
Hans Christian Andersen: âDonât ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.â
Charles Dickens: âOn the ground!â He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: âGo away! Iâm all right.â He didnât know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: âMore light.â
W.C. Fields: âGoddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!â âCarlottaâ was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: âNow, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.â When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: âIâve had 18 straight whiskiesâŠI think thatâs the record.â
George Bernard Shaw: âDying is easy, comedy is hard.â
Henry David Thoreau: âMooseâŠIndian.â
James Joyce: âDoes nobody understand?â
Oscar Wilde: âEither the wallpaper goes, or I do.âÂ
Bob Hope: âSurprise me.â He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
Roald Dahlâs last words are commonly believed to be âyou know, Iâm not frightened. Itâs just that I will miss you all so much!â which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered âow, fuckâ
Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be âI do not believe in my death,â but instead, they were actually, âWhere is my clock?â
Emily Dickinson:Â âI must go in, the fog is rising.â
canât wait until morgan stark inevitably becomes a reckless teenage superhero and after her extremely tired 30 year old brother spider-man had to save her from some dangerous event for the sixth time this week he thinks back in annoyance to all the times tony flipped on him for not being responsible and heâs like âPERHAPS a point was madeâ
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       To those who ignore the warnings of historyâŠâŠ prepare to pay the ultimate price.
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I realized Iâm in love. Itâs always been right in front of me.