After he died on March 7th, 1999, she decided that if there was such a thing as a next life, she wanted to return under another sort of banner entirely - something ebullient like “Holiday” or “Sunshine.” This time, though, she was Eileen Leary; she’d never remarry. This was life: you went down with the ship. Who was to say that wasn’t a love story? — We Are Not Ourselves by Matthew Thomas 
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Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, an endless rehearsal of a show that will never play.

Amélie (2001)

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Jesus Christ, Billy Elliot! You're a disgrace to them gloves, your father, and the traditions of this boxing hall!
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will i ever go to the gym? the sarah (redacted) story

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peenslayer:

drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious and, most importantly, drunk. 

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claude monet

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#art

Really intense cry face.

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