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If you must mourn, my love, mourn with the moon and the stars up above
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We don’t touch…well, not directly. Prophylactically, yes.
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it seems that everyone i’m friends with is better friends with someone else and that really fucking sucks
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auroreswan-deactivated20160902
32◦33/100 pictures of Keira Knightley
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I'm growing tired of everything even tumblr
what's happening
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“I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it always women? I wondered suddenly.”
Source: bethwoodvilles
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Source: fitz-simmons
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Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but refuse. They cling to the realm, or love, or the gods…illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. But they’ll never know this. Not until it’s too late.