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Nina. Television production management. I pretend that I don't watch too much TV...but I do. And I drink a lot of Starbucks. The end.

FANGIRL CHALLENGE [1/5] pilots → masters of sex.

The study of sex is the study of the beginning of all life. And science holds the key! Yet we sit huddled in the dark like prudish cavemen, filled with shame and guilt—when the truth is, nobody understands sex.

get to know me meme: [4/10] female characters fiona gallagher (shameless) 
“ your life’s not simple, fiona, and you can’t stop it from showing because you’re no fake. you’re not lost, you don’t need finding. ”

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

smithsonianfossil:

There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

smithsonianfossil:

There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

get to know me meme ★ favorite female characters [3/7]

↳ Cher Horowitz

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SNAPE WEEK | Day 1: Favourite Quote

Snape’s breathing was shallow. “Her boy survives,” said Dumbledore. With a tiny jerk of the head, Snape seemed to flick off an irksome fly. “Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and colour of Lily Evans’s eyes, I am sure?” “DON’T!” bellowed Snape. “Gone…dead…” “Is this remorse, Severus?” “I wish…I wish I were dead…”

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softgrungecersei:

You wrote to me once, listing the four chief virtues: Wisdom, justice, fortitude and temperance. As I read the list, I knew I had none of them. But I have other virtues, father. Ambition. That can be a virtue when it drives us to excel. Resourcefulness, courage, perhaps not on the battlefield, but… there are many forms of courage. Devotion, to my family and to you. But none of my virtues were on your list. Even then it was as if you didn’t want me for your son.

Get to know me meme - [1/5] favourite female characters: Peggy Carter

As has always been the case, I don’t require your help
Memoirs of a Geisha (2005) dir. Rob Marshall
"At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read Loss, only feel it."
"Her bus came and she did not let go. They tightened their embrace and went on kissing while people edged past them in a queue. She was crying onto his cheek and her sorrow stretched her lips against his. She pulled away, squeezed his wrist and got on without a word and didn’t look back… and as the bus began to move he realised he should have gone with her, all the way to the hospital. He had thrown away minutes in her company. he began to run along Whitehall , hoping to catch up with her at the next stop. But her bus was far ahead, and soon disappearing towards Parliament Square." — Ian McEwan, Atonement.