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YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do
im joining the sleep war on the side of bed and blanky
Sabrina Carpenter.
Via Instagram.
my favorite agents
not your nikki
One would assume that Mary seeing the man she has a crush on but can’t pursue because he’s already engaged at social events would be extremely distressing, so I love that instead we’re seeing it be a mixed but net positive experience of coming into herself while every cut to Mr. Hayward makes it obvious that he’s the one having an absolutely miserable time
I haven’t said anything interesting in a long while. this will continue
concept: me travelling the world alone, figuring myself out, taking tons of cute aesthetic pictures, befriending kind strangers, drinking a cup of tea on a cute cafeteria, and trying out things for the first time.
Hill House has stood for 90 years and might stand for 90 more. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lies steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House. And we who walk here... walk alone.
THE HAUNTING 1963, dir. Robert Wise
modern romance is dead what happened to asking for a lady's favor at a joust
the way i am both physically and mentally is so fundamentally far from how i want to be that i would have to be born an entirely different person to even feel a sense of connection to my face and body and thoughts. and that feels really hopeless. like no matter what this is just not who i am supposed to be but i will never be anyone else either so i’m just trapped
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for― and deserved. Atonement (2007)
HUDSON WILLIAMS for Bvlgari
Busts in the Alte Nationalgalerie / Berlin.
By Christian Daniel Rauch, 1777-1859.