The Pursuit Of Philosophy Is Founded On The Belief That Knowledge Is Good, Even If What Is Known Is Painful.

wlw fashion sense is exclusively inspired by the members of the breakfast club and I am not wrong

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Crain Siblings as the Five Stages of Grief.

True love won out.

Let’s be honest, this is the best relationship OUAT ever had

I thought you didn’t love me… but I was wrong.

Do you guys see the two young women on my shirt? Do you know who they are? The two people on my shirt are a couple named Melania and Chris, a couple of nights ago right here, they were assaulted because they’re lesbians. Because they gave the appearance of being lesbians and it’s pride month right now, which is a really excited thing because it means that we get to be together in moments like this, we get to create a safe space where we can look at our friends, look at our peers and other members of the LGBTQ+ community. Moments were we can say ‘I’m like you and you’re like me, we’re in this together.’ (credits)

Carol (2015)

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i’m trying out digital art, and the hamilton film really inspired me!

“I feel a little clearer just now. We have.  All of us have. The rest is confetti. So many times and we didn’t know it. All of us. No, not a heart. A stomach. We have. All of us have. So many times and we didn’t know it. I don’t get it. I feel like I’ve been here before. We have. All of us have. So many times and we didn’t know it. All of us. I feel a bit clearer now. Everything’s been out of order. Time, I mean. I thought for so long that time was like a line, that that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning and the end. But I was wrong. It’s not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti. You were right. We have been in this room. So many times and we didn’t know. All of us. Mom says that a house is like a body and that every house has eyes. And bones. And skin. And a face. This room is like the heart of the house. No, not a heart, a stomach. It was your dance studio, Theo. It was my toy room. It was a reading room for Mom. A game room for Steve. A family room for Shirley. A treehouse for Luke. It put on different faces so that we’d be still and quiet. While it digested. I’m like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster. And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside. I learned a secret. There’s no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow……. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.” — Nellie, The Haunting of Hill House