What! you too? I thought i was the only one
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greywaren:

MAKE ME CHOOSE: Anonymous asked: Noah Czerny or Adam Parrish? 

"Adam’s communing with trees and Noah keeps reenacting being murdered…"

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A lot is being said today about the influence that the myths and images of women have on all of us who are products of culture. I think it has been a peculiar confusion to the girl or woman who tries to write because she is peculiarly susceptible to language. She goes to poetry or fiction looking for her way of being in the world, since she too has been putting words and images together; she is looking eagerly for guides, maps, possibilities; and over and over in the ‘words’ masculine persuasive force’ of literature she comes up against something that negates everything she is about: she meets the image of Woman in books written by men. She finds a terror and a dream, she finds a beautiful pale face, she finds La Belle Dame Sans Merci, she finds Juliet or Tess or Salomé, but precisely what she does not find is that absorbed, drudging, puzzled, sometimes inspired creature, herself, who sits at a desk trying to put words together.
— Adrienne Rich, “When We Dead Awaken: Writing as Re-Vision” (via leopoldgursky)
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4tris-divergent:

Be amazing.

4tris-divergent:

Be amazing.

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# harry potter

Harry Potter; the Boy who Lived…

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And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via innaudiblemelodiess)

(Source: ifveniceissinking)

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inkyopinions:

endless list of favorite books → we were liars by e. lockhart

She confused being spartan with being charitable, and gave away her possessions without truly doing good with them.She confused being sick with being brave, and suffered agonies while imagining she merited praise for it.She confused wit with intelligence, and made people laugh rather than lightening their hearts or making them think.

inkyopinions:

endless list of favorite books → we were liars by e. lockhart

She confused being spartan with being charitable, and gave away her possessions without truly doing good with them.
She confused being sick with being brave, and suffered agonies while imagining she merited praise for it.
She confused wit with intelligence, and made people laugh rather than lightening their hearts or making them think.
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Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?
— Donte Collins (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: bleedwell)

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(Source: malacarmina)

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Want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes.” 

(Source: kavlnsky)

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So many men had tried to make her a queen. Now she understood that she was meant for something more. The Darkling had told her he was destined to rule. He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it. For the living and the dead, she would make herself a reckoning. She would rise.

(Source: tsarskoschei)