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jane austen was so lit because she wrote about men the way men typically write about women i.e. her stories just centered around women and men were only there for the sake of women, and her books could have been all bitter and sad about the state of women in that century, but instead they’re sweet honest observational stories of friendship, family and love *sighs* what a lady i am sorry i ever doubted you cos I was bored in high school

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sorry but to love another person is to see the face of god?

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ぎゅううううううう

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“Do you remember the way the girls would call out “love you!” conveniently leaving out the “I” as if they didn’t want to commit to their own declarations. I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept.”

— David Berman, "Self Portrait at 28" (via oofpoetry)

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Kiki de Montparnasse

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not to be a dramatic bitch but the iconic emily bronte line ‘i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free’ hits me in the chest every time and transports me to an undisclosed rural hill in england some time in the 1800s with my hair tangling in the wind as im forced to think about everything i was and everything i’m turning into

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Anonymously tell me something you think about me 💭

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from the archives of @trnquillity

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“A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

— Dr. Seuss, Horton Hears a Who! (via books-n-quotes)

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u heard him ladies

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isle of skye, scotland.

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if we all had the same instinctive sense of purpose & compassion as little 8 year olds picking worms off the pavement and putting them back on the grass after rain, the world would be much kinder

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“The way human beings speak is so heartbreaking to me—we never sound the way we want to sound. We’re always stopping ourselves in mid–sentence because we’re so terrified of saying the wrong thing. Speaking is a kind of misery. And I guess I comfort myself by finding the rhythms and accidental poetry in everyone’s inadequate attempts to articulate their thoughts. We’re all sort of quietly suffering as we go about our days, trying and failing to communicate to other people what we want and what we believe.”

— Annie Baker

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“As a deer longs for streams of water, so my heart longs for You, how the red, wet animal in my chest throbs Your name.”

— I.S. Jones, “Epithalamion in the Field,” published in Guernica

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“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.”

— A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner (via books-n-quotes)

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a vampire stands on the front porch of a farmhouse and says “i cannot come in unless i am invited”. the vampires friend, a cowboy, says “cmon, you know youre always welcome here, partner.” the vampire begins crying.