decus et tutamen

"But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way."

vivalaviboheme:

A man in a suit = A

THIS man in a suit = A+++++++++++++

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want the summer to be here already! 

want the summer to be here already! 

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Music In My Heart, 1940

Music In My Heart, 1940

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duchessvonwhatever:

apinupdream:

Clark Gable

EHEEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHHHEHHEHEHHEHHHEHEHHEHEHEHHE <3 

duchessvonwhatever:

apinupdream:

Clark Gable

EHEEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHHHEHHEHEHHEHHHEHEHHEHEHEHHE <3 

safia: freewrite- #133/dear lover pt 2.

oddballsdontbounce:

oddballsdontbounce:

for the man who asked me to save his life
and the well-meaning friend who sat me down and said that
she thought i could save yours,

my love doesn’t do that. i don’t have
that kind of heart. look, there is nothing
heroic about the way
my bones sit in this skin. there is nothing welcoming
about these shoulders, these hands. there is nothing
in my breath that can promise a safe home
for a name, for any of the parts that make you.
all my promises moved out
years ago. look- there is nothing here that would make
any decent kind of lover. i am a strange girl. not in
the endearing way. i have set up shop
in the inside of my own skull and left no room
for anybody else. when given
the choice to make love
or
make a living
or
make little birds out of scraps of paper
i will always choose the last.
and i know why you’re here. you want a love that makes
a mockery of space and time, a love that fits simultaneously in the
warmest parts of my hands and the
huskiest parts of my voice. i don’t have that. i don’t know anything
about rearranging my skin to cradle the secrets of others
my heart is nothing but storage space for
songs written about everyone who i am not and
photographs of men whose daughters will not look like me.
if i have anything to give you, it is this:
never trust promises made in a borrowed language.
the language of all this does not belong to me- do you see what i am saying?
now,
i wonder how you’re going to get home.

tried to explain it- mothers, why didn’t you warn your sons? ahahahaha.

no but seriously.

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