from now on, by law, no one is allowed to ask me what i plan to do with my life or about my future plans. i’ve updated my privacy policy.
How do I get on the frequency of the woman I want to be? What does she do on a daily basis? What does she read? What does she discuss?
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yeah, I like romance. but you know what? I like women realizing their value and leaving trash men 1000x more
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“I gave him my colours, and he wanted black. I told him I didn’t have any. He cried out: ‘Then I can’t paint, how do you do it?’”— Monet recalling a conversation with John Singer Sargent
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[…] so when you walk into this gorgeous flat that she owns, it does still feel like a young woman in her twenties, who just happens to have wigs and guns in her drawers. —Executive Producer & Writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge on creating Villanelle’s flat in Killing Eve
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“tell me again that i am lily-veined: press your lips to my aorta, and with a deep kiss sink these tidal swells of sorrow, raised so high within me so as to mourn tomorrow — lover, there is a sea within this body and its’ waves are weeping fragrant myrrh, a burial of senses; o — tell me again that i am bird-boned: press your teeth to my spine and uproot its’ dolour, until under your tongue the marrow has been burnt to an inimitable carnelian — o, lover, i am a forest and i am afire.”— want, and the dichotomies of nostalgia
december 29th, 2018 / / lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)
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Not to be corny but do u ever get hit with a wave of love so comfortable and deep that u feel like uve already loved this person for thousands of years
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love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good
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everything can be magical if you let it be. i remember the first time seeing red-winged blackbirds i was just…enthralled. i watched them for maybe an hour. i thought they made the sweetest noises and were just so pretty. and i found out later on that people consider them nuisances and pests. they’re literally common all over the united states but because they weren’t familiar to me they weren’t a burden or an annoyance but something beautiful. if we don’t let other people tell us how to feel about things, maybe we can just like things for what they are
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Imagine doing this in front of a 14th century peasant
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