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@Eonlinelatino: ¡Qué emoción ver este encuentro de charolastras en la #AlfombraRoja! Gael García Bernal y Diego Luna
Gael Garcia and Diego Luna attend the 74th Annual Golden Globe Awards at The Beverly Hilton Hotel on January 8, 2017 in Beverly Hills, California.
Last Words
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The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
Disney Princess Films | Pocahontas (1995)
"You think I’m an ignorant ‘savage’ and you’ve been so many places; I guess it must be so, but still I cannot see if the savage one is me. How can there be so much that you don’t know?"
So.. this just happened on facebook. I thought I might share. Normally, I don’t bother with debates on fb, but I thought I needed to at least point out that she was body shaming. I am the green one.
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She’s a fighter
nina dobrev for cosmopolitan // september 2013
It’s funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it.
“For the night is dark and full of terrors,” they prayed. Not for me. Her nights were bathed in moonlight and filled with the songs of her pack, with the taste of red meat torn off the bone, with the warm familiar smells of her grey cousins. Only during the days was she alone and blind.