#9.3

[cryptablog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKU!

Posting my art for her on the 3rd though. Cause lets be fr she has like 3 birthdays.

Love you biiiitch

[radish-club]

Imagine reading this fight and rooting for the Wards smh. This blog is Travelers pilled.

[archivistsammy]

stackednatural, october 22

What do they say about getting older? You tell the truth more because you know that lies... they don't make anything better.

6.5 “live free or twihard” // 9.3 “i’m no angel” // 15.16 “drag me away (from you)” 

[dailydarvey]

[dailyanneofgreengables]

Chapter 9: Mrs Rachel Lynde is Properly Horrified (part 3)

Anne came running in presently, her face sparkling with the delight of her orchard rovings; but, abashed at finding the delight herself in the unexpected presence of a stranger, she halted confusedly inside the door. She certainly was an odd-looking little creature in the short tight wincey dress she had worn from the asylum, below which her thin legs seemed ungracefully long. Her freckles were more numerous and obtrusive than ever; the wind had ruffled her hatless hair into over-brilliant disorder; it had never looked redder than at that moment.

“Well, they didn’t pick you for your looks, that’s sure and certain,” was Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s emphatic comment. Mrs. Rachel was one of those delightful and popular people who pride themselves on speaking their mind without fear or favor. “She’s terrible skinny and homely, Marilla. Come here, child, and let me have a look at you. Lawful heart, did any one ever see such freckles? And hair as red as carrots! Come here, child, I say.”

Anne “came there,” but not exactly as Mrs. Rachel expected. With one bound she crossed the kitchen floor and stood before Mrs. Rachel, her face scarlet with anger, her lips quivering, and her whole slender form trembling from head to foot.

“I hate you,” she cried in a choked voice, stamping her foot on the floor. “I hate you—I hate you—I hate you—” a louder stamp with each assertion of hatred. “How dare you call me skinny and ugly? How dare you say I’m freckled and redheaded? You are a rude, impolite, unfeeling woman!”

“Anne!” exclaimed Marilla in consternation.

But Anne continued to face Mrs. Rachel undauntedly, head up, eyes blazing, hands clenched, passionate indignation exhaling from her like an atmosphere.

“How dare you say such things about me?” she repeated vehemently. “How would you like to have such things said about you? How would you like to be told that you are fat and clumsy and probably hadn’t a spark of imagination in you? I don’t care if I do hurt your feelings by saying so! I hope I hurt them. You have hurt mine worse than they were ever hurt before even by Mrs. Thomas’ intoxicated husband. And I’ll never forgive you for it, never, never!”

Stamp! Stamp!

“Did anybody ever see such a temper!” exclaimed the horrified Mrs. Rachel.

“Anne go to your room and stay there until I come up,” said Marilla, recovering her powers of speech with difficulty.

Anne, bursting into tears, rushed to the hall door, slammed it until the tins on the porch wall outside rattled in sympathy, and fled through the hall and up the stairs like a whirlwind. A subdued slam above told that the door of the east gable had been shut with equal vehemence.

[maledettadaunangelo]

Troverò qualcuno diverso da te, ma che mi guardi nello stesso modo.

[dovesonoituoiocchi]

Sarà il mio silenzio a spiegarti ogni cosa che provo,

Io che per te avrei attraversato l'Atlantico a nuoto

In mezzo alle onde di un maremoto

Nuotando per giorni solo per vederti di nuovo.

Troverò qualcuno diverso da te

Ma che mi guardi nello stesso modo

Come una scossa 9.3

Sei l'epicentro del mio terremoto.

E andremo in ogni luogo dove siamo stati noi

Ma il mondo non è più lo stesso ora che

Mi sono perso e non so più dove mi trovo,

Adesso le città sembrano piccole

Perché prima avevo te,

Prima avevo te.

[come-coca-cola]

Capirai di avere un cuore

quando qualcuno te lo spezza

ma impari ad usarlo quando 

trovi chi lo raccoglie da terra.