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❞we are all broken. that's how the light gets in.❞
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(re)reading: little women
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A T A R A X I A;

— liyah: she/her, uk. fly away home. ♥

  • graecian

    Stranger Things, Season Three. (July 4th, 2019)
  • andrumedas

    She’s as much a fairy princess as I am…

  • vlctorvale

    character posters: wylan van eck, six of crows

     requested by @nhczerny

    “Until this moment, Wylan hadn’t quite understood how much they meant to him. His father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn’t keep out of the red. But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if he’d had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.”

    come celebrate 3.5k with me!

  • gdnightngo

    starring in your bad dreams…

  • sanellycarmens

    you might belong in gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set gryffindors apart; you might belong in hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil; or yet in wise old ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind, where those of wit and learning,will always find their kind; or perhaps in slytherin. you’ll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends. 

  • felineru

    lily - beauty, elegance, sweetness.

  • andrumedas

    Pansy washed her hands in cold water. She felt guilty, on bad days, for hot sips of tea. She was supposed to be cold. That was the point of her, a sharp edge, a chill down your spine. She was unkind. She couldn’t run away from that, the cruel barbs she’d spat out all her life. She was turning them other places now, useful ones, instead of easy targets, but this was still her life. Her core held no light.

    ugly: in defense of pansy parkinsondirgewithoutmusic

  • asheathes

    Hogwarts Classes ❀ [insp]

  • chloejdeckers

    It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

  • sparksflys:
“DELICATE. (insp)
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  • sparksflys

    DELICATE. (insp)

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