My heart! She longs for something ! What does this bitch want

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My heart! She longs for something ! What does this bitch want
When's your birthday?
Why so you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?
the first of a couple of ghibli prints i’m gonna have at smash in sydney this july! chihiro and haku from spirited away, aka the embodiment of all my childhood animal/spirit/dragon companion fantasies
remake the world.
You just couldn’t admit it. You’ve always done whatever you wanted.
Dare Me, Megan Abbott
you: what's wrong
me: nothing
me, internally: why is dumbledore lauded as the best thing that every happened to the wizarding world when professor minerva mcgonagall, o.m (first class), was clearly more deserving of that title. she actually stood up more to umbridge than dumbledore did, and was more of a guiding force to her students than dumbledore was, actually personally helping them with their studies whereas dumbledore was only interested in harry potter. mcongagall took four stunning spells to the chest and came back angrier; she stood up to death eaters and snape and voldemort and even neville's grandmother, and it is a crime that she never got acknowledged for that in universe
Uno, dos, stress
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ho ho ho where did my motivation go
It’s ambiguous. Not a girlfriend, but not just a friend. I don’t own you or anything. It just lies somewhere between those two.
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What a beautiful way to end today~ / ig: @skyghst /
BOOKS READ IN 2016: the hating game by sally thorne
I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations. Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.
My lips upturn at Daisy’s comment to me. When I’m with all of them—Lo and Lily, Rose and Connor, Ryke and Daisy—I thought for sure, I’d gravitate towards someone like Lily. Comic book geek, resident introvert, and a lover of pop culture.
But when we’re all together, Daisy keeps me the most company. She metaphorically opened her arms to me, and I walked straight into them. Life is unpredictable that way. Because I would’ve never predicted befriending Daisy Calloway of all the Calloway sisters.
We’re the closest in age, but it’s more than that. She never pressures me to fill the silence, and when I do talk, she always listens. Even if it’s about superheroes and comic books that she’s never heard of before.
.. I love spending time with Daisy, and to hear that she loves me back floods me with warmth.
Turn ons: common sense
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we were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.
She wanted it to raise the seas, take hold of every slaving ship, shatter their masts, and smash their hulls against unforgiving shores. I want to call that storm, she thought.