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Audrey Hepburn holding a rabbit good luck charm prior to the 1954 Academy Awards, where she would win Best Actress for Roman Holiday. March 25, 1954.
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Atelier d’Ora :: Young member of the Ellen Fels Ballet in a Russian war-dance interlude & Study of two members of the Fels (sic) Ballet
Published in Shadowland magazine, January 1922 issue. | src internet archive
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jyn erso, the chronically abandoned and cassian andor, the man who cannot help but go back
i’m gonna chew glass
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girls when jyn and cassian are meant to parallel each other in every single way. girls when andor sets up cassian’s story to further parallel jyn’s. girls when andor ends only for rogue one to begin. girls when they know every choice cassian makes in andor will lead him to jyn. girls when every choice jyn makes in rebel rising will lead her to cassian. girls when this was always going to happen. girls when welcome home and she knew that she was.
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“To steal from the Empire, you just walk in and act like you belong. They’re so proud of themselves, so fat and satisfied. They can’t imagine that someone like me would ever get inside their house.”
STAR WARS: ANDOR, 2022
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Anonymous asked:
Where do you live?
Not to be poetic but truly, really, inside my head
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Woman with coffee blossoms and coffee berries, El Salvador, 1944
Photo by Luis Marden
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KONSTANTIN KOROVIN Nightlife on the Rue Venis, Paris Oil on Cardboard 41 x 33 cm
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"What to do about her contradictory mother? The thought of spilling Ma’am’s blood saddened and satisfied Judith in equal turn. She wasn’t unfeeling; she loved her mother deeply, the way a starving man loves the taste of gruel. Loved her, worshipped her, even as she knew the woman never once shared the feeling. What a sick thing love was! If Jude could cut the emotion from her chest and be rid of it, she would, for what good had it ever done her?"
"On Sundays, She Picked Flowers"– Yah Yah Scholfield
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you’re no angel either, baby
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Here is a lesson: what happens to people and what happens to the land is the same thing.
- Linda Hogan in Dwellings: A Spiritual History of The Living World (p. 89)
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reblog if you’re being watched
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I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places (via adrasteiax)
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Angel with the Flaming Sword, Edwin Howland Blashfield (1893).