Raffa, italian. - Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. / previously mariephantomhive / /

Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.

svrferblood:

me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?

meerareed:

get to know me -  [6/5] tv shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.
You know what I want? Not to win the lottery or go on vacation to the Caribbean. I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? Why did my friend say that insensitive thing about my weight?

fusion/// the process or result of joining two or more things together to form a single entity

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. — Kurt Vonnegut  

Chris Pratt interrupts the interview to french braid intern’s hair x

what? no. i’m just used to being your girl. i mean, not your girl, girl. your girl. i know it sounds like the same word, but it means something different in my head.
hey.  you  will  a l w a y s  be  m y  g i r l,  felicity.

In the gentle fall of rain from Heaven, I hear my God. But in the thunder, I still hear Thor.

My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free. // Stoker (2013)

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