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The fact that the Bellarke fandom ate the crumbs Jason Rothenberg gave them for six fucking years only to be left with nothing in the end is the funniest thing to me, second only to the fact that after all the time that passed Lexa was the person Clarke saw in the end in whatever the fuck that was. Lexa, the “one night stand”, the “bitch”, the “abuser”, the “savage”. They really couldn’t stomach the fact that what Clarke and Lexa had in the brief time they had together was levels above whatever Clarke and Bellamy could have had. Iconic.

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Henrik Purienne

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“Dare to think for yourself.”

— Voltaire (via philosophyquotes)

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“If her eyes could talk they would tell tales of summer and wine and riverbanks and stars; burning like firework all over the sky.”

— Nils Brandstädter  | (Journals - How it ripped out my heart)

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“in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again, of blood and carnations,”

— Pablo Neruda, from Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew.

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“Under your skin the moon is alive.”

— Pablo Neruda

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“You were wild and sweet between pleasure and sleep, between fire and water.”

— Pablo Neruda, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Night on the Island,”

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Pablo Neruda / Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

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“Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you.”

— Pablo Neruda, Here I Love You

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“And sometimes, in my sleep, I dream of you and me, sitting under the moon, talking about music, poetry and lives that have been lived long ago.”

— Nils Brandstädter (Journals - How it ripped out my heart)

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“She had a soul, as beautiful and as sad as rain.”

— Nils Brandstädter - why storms are named after people

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“I want you to know I grieved for us. Even if I was the only one who did.”

— Nils Brandstädter  | (Journals - How it ripped out my heart)

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Merkur und Psyche, detail, by Reinhold Begas, 1874–1878,

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