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perseverance
a celebration of bellamy and clarke’s perseverance, as represented by the magnolia flower.
for sarah
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anne sexton // richard siken// margaret atwood // virginia woolf
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↳ “I used to want to save the world, this beautiful place but the closer you get, the more you see the great darkness within. I learned this the hard way, a long, long time ago.”
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We’ve been through a lot together, you and I
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just drain jus daun, blood must have blood
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Rickon Stark… The lost prince of Winterfell, the Unchained Wolf, the friend of Skagosi and Freefolk. Born from a Southron lady, but molded in the image of the North– The True North.
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@asoiafsnet event two | characters who deserved better: Robb Stark
He was our king! He was brave and good and the Freys murdered him.
(insp)
Source: imacreepygirl
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I think about this poem all the time.
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Every Episode of The 100 ★ Earth Kills (1x03) “This is Earth, Clarke. Anything’s possible.”
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When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it.
Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs (via quotespile)
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‘Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?’ ― J. R. R. Tolkien, The Steward and the King (The Return of the King, The Lord of The Rings) (x)
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My hair used to be so long, I imagined it was a rope. In dreams I dangled from towers of salt, rising from the sea. Black horses sang to me. God’s favorite girl, dirt and honey, held together with string.
Nicola Maye Goldberg, “La Salpêtrière” (via mirroir)
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He loves me, he loves me not, we are taught to say, as we tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration. Eviscerate me, we mean to say, and I’ll tell you the truth.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via feuillesmortes)