Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
quit being embarrassed about your interests. we’re all just spinning through time and space on a floating green rock at a thousand miles an hour. it’s all just dust
im back bby
ABOUT TIME (2013)
you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.
10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
excuse me favorite character did i give you permission to die
Honey, I am seven fox years old. My father died at seven and a half. I don’t want to live in a hole anymore, and I’m going to do something about it.
“am i interested in studying medicine or is this grey’s anatomy speaking?”
— me, contemplating my major
jaime watched her eyes. “pretty eyes,” he thought, “and calm.”
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“Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”
— Sofía // Vanilla Sky
“Consequences, David… It’s the little things.”
when i say “girl help” the girl in question is the 2005 pride and prejudice american ending
James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk Florence and the Machine, from Various Storms & Saints Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
Heart imagery by Andrea Zanatelli Eye with Tear (oil paint and resin tear on canvas) by Nancy Fouts Douleur d'amour (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
i honestly prefer listening to music through headphones bc it feels so much more private and like your own personal music room that you can just seal yourself away in
quick painting of veronica after watching “heathers” last night