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skywalkex:

I need someone to show me my place in all this.

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    • some weenie on this hell site: if you stan kylo ren you stan fascism and that makes you a fascist and it also means you support child slavery you fucking stupid idiot
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sleemo:

“From his point of view, it’s a very naked, open, emotional appeal. It’s his version of ‘I’m just a girl standing in front of a guy asking [him to love her].’ It’s Kylo’s sick, evil version of that but from his perspective, the same way that when he tells his version of the story with Luke, I don’t think he’s lying. That’s his experience of that moment, and I think he’s telling it honestly.”

Rian Johnson on Kylo Ren’s appeal of ‘Join me’ to Rey in The Last Jedi

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remushlupin:

moodboards: elio - call me by your name

I rubbed his face with my palm, then without knowing why, I began to lick his eyelids. “Kiss me before it’s totally gone” I said. His mouth would taste of peaches and me.

oliver’s

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auldcine:

No, I didn’t kill Diane Redfern - or anyone else.

Gene Tierney in Laura (1944)

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— If only I could plunge my mind into the delights of pure imagination,
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. May 1929, featured in “Selected Diaries,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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seymour-krelborn:

Forgive me. I feel it again. The pull to the light.

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Somewhere a woman wakes in the night and knows / no one will ever write a poem for her
Anne Michaels, from “Somewhere Night Is Falling,” All We Saw  (via down-the-rabbith0le)

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