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the best way to stop Solo’s escape plan :D
How do you keep those whites so clean?
the man from uncle + tropes → gaby teller ↳ “We might be engaged, but I’m my own woman!”
It is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
Jorge Luis Borges, A New Refutation of Time (via desertborne)
At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
Jonathan Tropper, This is Where I Leave You (via hermanogecko)
The Man from U.N.C.L.E
I wake up and the anger has been waiting for me, has been bleeding into my mouth, caustic and vile, rotting my teeth to points.
Emily Palermo (via sleeperxgent )
Armie even taught Guy now, to play the guitar. They do little performances and they have made a few songs.
“L'amour ne périt jamais”
I’m not arguing, I’m just explaining why I’m right and you’re wrong
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they should concede to call you Ares | s.m. (via vigoare)
taipeinights:
There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.
There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat smoking cigarettes in the garage.
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care.
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know how to apologize for being one of them.
— Shinji Moon
tmfu aesthetics ↳ illya kuryakin