I love December for many things, but mainly so I can reblog this.
A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)
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There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the colour, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked them to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,— when it did not seem worth while to be be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly towards inevitable annihilation. She could not work on such a day, nor weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood.
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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Yes another birthday re-blog because a) why not and b) these beautiful words will never get old
Happy Birthday Elio
But Oliver told me something that I will never forget: that on the sixteenth of November - my birthday - though married and the father of two sons, he would take time out to remember the Poseidonian in himself and to consider what life would have been had we stayed together. (Find Me - Andre Aciman) ❤️
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I tried to pic one pic from the photoshoot that I liked but I couldn’t - but these are cute.
Timothée chatting with British Vogue 💥💥💥
IG credit to garybardizbanian
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Very sad but not surprising.
😞
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Let’s imagine that Oliver did, in fact, kiss Elio.
Are you happy I came here? I would kiss you if I could.
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