No soy Circe

Gatos, gatos, gatos

[whoeverthefuckgirl]

Another world.

[tejiendotinta]

So...

What do you do when all your internet friends are lost somewhere in time and space? How do you start making new ones? 

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Cuando aún queda un examen para concluir los finales.

[pcsies]

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I know this might seem crazy, probably a little bit impulsive but it’s not. Not for me. I've known since the minute that I met you.

OTP <3

[docorwho]

To me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of color most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

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Todos tenemos un secreto escondido bajo llave en el ático del alma.

Marina

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Miss Acacia: ¿Qué es ese pequeño ruido?

Jack: Es... la lluvia, ¿te gusta?

Miss Acacia: La lluvia no, pero su sonido sí.

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Es cierto que están los recuerdos, pero alguien los ha electrificado y conectado a nuestras pestañas, y en cuanto nos vienen a la cabeza, nos queman los ojos.

 La alargada sombra del amor