because everyone needs benedict’s rainbow eyes on their blog
More like galaxy eyes
I know his eyes better than mine
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A Fragment of the Day
It's the fragment, not the day...That is happening.
How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt, or disliking? And to those words, what meaning attached, after all?
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse.
Naturally, if one’s days were passed in this seeing of angular essences, this reducing of lovely evenings, with all their flamingo clouds and blue and silver to a white deal four-legged table ( and it was a mark of the finest minds so to do), naturally one could not be judged like an ordinary person.
It seemed to her such nonsense – inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that.
“Psychopaths are not crazy. They are fully aware of what they do and the consequences of those actions.”
this is creating Ben-as-a-sexy-English-teacher fantasies
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I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
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“It was publicized that I ‘voice’ Smaug, and I thought, Fucking hell. My voice, my motions—I worked my ass off to create that dragon!” (x)
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- I did what I did to protect our family.
- I’m your family.
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