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//Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.//
The Good Morrow, John Donne
What if I just *replaces head with coral like Patrick in that one spongebob episode* all better
Just so you know, I just started rewatching Star Wars Clone Wars the series, so for the time being, this blog is a Star Wars blog :)
That being said
Reasons why Obi Wan Kenobi is superior
He’s one of like 4 characters that has a British accent, and Bc British accents are the best accents, he is amazing
His one liners are awesome and rivaled only by those of Ashoka in their supremacy
His beard is amazing
Dudes his fighting stance (though completely impractical) has flair
He go whoooossshhhh whoooosssshhh with his light stick
Simple reminder that Ahsoka Tano in the Star Wars: Clone wars animated movie is the most sassy, sarcastic little shit in the entire universe and is the absolute best because of it
So do you ever zone out so hard you question everything but know you need to be paying attention so you’re like “hey bro, now is not the time to be questioning the sanctity of humanity” or like “dude, can we not focus on how we wouldn’t be here if not for some random walking fish?”
The best thing depression ever gave me was a resting bitch face
Ya know, before I had tumblr I had so many tumblr-worthy thoughts. Now, all I do is read shitty fandom themed headcanons and complain.
Nothing is more in character than the fact that I’m currently drinking mountain dew out of a wine glass
“Hell is eternal apartness”
- Harper Lee, Go Set A Watchman
I think, legally, if you see someone not wearing a mask, you should be able to walk up to them and rip out their heart with ur bare hand
“Old man’s treasure” by Karl Gussow.
“How many times have people used a pen or a paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”
- Virginia Wolf, Selected Essays
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka
I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.
Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."
Virginia Woolf
I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.
And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.
Franz Kafka
I’d write you ninety nine reasons as to why you should leave me and in the hundredth i’d write ‘STAY’
The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
Fyodor Doestoevsky
Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights