hiya! dana | 17 | chicago
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reading: the song of achilles by madeleine miller watching: scrubs anticipating: the 100 season 6 trailer listening to: islands by bear's den tracking: userdanahscott
best friend: tilde (@bitchinjanes) networks: gmw network (@girlmeetsworld), dw network @(doctorwhonetwork), daily pairings (@dailypairings)
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I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let it go.
back with another video to get 50 views on but this time it was supercut by lorde which took me an alarmingly long time to make. watch in 1080p please! and because multifandom videos are really hard to share, consider a reblog if you watch/like it <3
I want to send out my love and respect to everybody who has been brave enough to be honest about how they feel, to live their lives as they are, as they feel they should be, as they identify. And this is a month where I think we need to celebrate how far we’ve come, but we also have to acknowledge how far we still have left to go. And I want to send my love and respect out to everybody who, in their journey, in their life, hasn’t yet felt comfortable enough to come out. And may you do that in your own time, and may we end up in a world where everyone can live and love equally and no one has to be afraid to say how they feel.
GETTOKNOWME:♡ [20/30] films: ☆ Clueless (1995) [Dir. by Amy Heckerling]
If the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange
some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians, and in conclusion,
may I please remind you that it does not say R.S.V.P. on the statue of liberty?
“they seized each other by the shoulders, hugged mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, then, and easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths came together, and hard, jack’s big teeth bringing blood, his hat falling to the floor, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling, and the door opening and alma looking out for a few seconds at ennis’s straining shoulders and shutting the door again and still they clinched, pressing chest and groin and thigh and leg together, treading on each other’s toes until they pulled apart to breathe and ennis, not big on endearmeants, said what he said to his horses and daughters, little darlin.“ (brokeback mountain by annie proulx) brokeback mountain (2005) dir. ang lee
