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wonderfulhighschoollife:

Whenever someone refers to the gay community as “queer folk” I imagine us all like woodland sprites, we are the queer folk community, we are born of flowers and fairy dust, we are destroying the sanctity of marriages and corrupting children

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"What they don’t tell you is that everything takes longer than you expect it to when you’re recovering from heartbreak. And the first night in an empty bed feels like it lasts a fucking lifetime, the first week goes by in a slow motion blur, and after a month you start asking yourself if there’s any point trying. Then two months have passed and you are still struggling to breathe every time you hear their name, and you still have that postcard from them in the corner of your mirror but you honestly don’t know why, you just can’t lose that A5 piece of them. But after three months you find yourself walking taller and laughing more, and six months have passed and you are sleeping through the night and loving the scars on your body because she never did. And one day you lie in bed trying to remember their phone number but you can’t. You just need to ride the wave, and remember that it is you that holds you up through all of this. Not them."FRS. (via lilith-not-eve)

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"She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there."Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via avvfvl)

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mangaluva:

Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about how Zuko accidentally spoke against his father and begged for forgiveness, on his knees with tears in his eyes, and got half his face burned off and banished from his home

Then Zuko betrayed his uncle and everything Iroh had ever taught him, begged for forgiveness on his knees with tears in his eyes, and got a hug and complete forgiveness and unconditional love

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ma-demoiselle-cherie:

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