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It spoke your name on the stairs that night.
all-night // black-out
“He’s gonna have to fight these five women. He doesn’t realize that he is fighting the ultimate force of nature because they become one and they become as strong as this violent, angry ocean. Don’t fuck with us, motherfucker! That was the idea — that this guy is fighting against these women who represent the ocean, and that’s what they become and he’s gonna lose. There is no way you can fight this.” Jean-Marc Vallée
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“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via books-n-quotes)
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“our work should equip the next generation of women to outdo us in every field this is the legacy we’ll leave.”
This is the best comic I’ve seen in months, I won’t allow any protests
Please note, The upper classman:
More specifically the Size of the upper classman:
Even sitting down he’s huge
Bonus:
We stan the soft giant!!!
honestly i think most girls these days feel this deep restless emptiness inside them because no one has access to a field or meadow anymore. you can’t run out of the kitchen with a scarf around your head until you find the nearest empty pasture with hay blowing gently in the wind and just lay in the grass for a long time and listen to the wind until whatever is terrible and hard has passed and you remember that you are made of earth and you will be earth again and then you pick a handful of queen anne’s lace and walk home. girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it.
one of the closest domesticated relatives to wolves
ohhhh he’s tappin!!!