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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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I’ll never be safe!
“When the erotic and tender are mixed in a woman, they form a powerful bond - a fixation.”
— Anaïs Nin (via seulray)
“Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.”
— Catherine Garbinsky, from “The Princess & the Thorns,” Even Curses End
hmm. hm. think i will spend my entire life devoted to creating art and being as kind as i possibly can
“I still catch myself feeling blue about things that don’t matter anymore.”
— Kurt Vonnegut (via naturaekos)
i'm really gonna cry when they find the severed child this week aren't i......... a plot point i have known about for over a decade (and seen on screen before) is going to make me cry yet again.......
can you believe we are half way through the first season already.........
Iorek Byrnison in His Dark Materials 1.04 “Armour”
You know what a bear looks like, don’t you? Thick coat, big teeth, cute little nose.
marauders era & name meanings
in lyra’s heart, revulsion struggled with compassion, and compassion won.
Marisa’s flat, “The Idea of North”
Book Society’s Top 10 Book Protagonists (as voted by our followers): #5 - Alina Starkov, The Grisha Trilogy
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.
stelmaria reprimanding asriel vs marisa reprimanding her daemon
The light that you see beaming off my heart is the one of a dead star: you can still see them shine long after they are gone.
Dead of Night // Ludovica Elisabetta Enrietti (via mostruositas)
Marisa’s flat, “The Idea of North”