I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations.
— V.C Andrews, Flowers in the Attic  (via owls-love-tea)
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She’s different now. She’s not the same person anymore.

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I heard a joke once: Man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But Doctor” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”
— Robin Williams
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yooooo i have to open at work tomorrow what a joke

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sassginaswanmills:

prettypersistent:

the amount of fanfiction ideas i have that are begging to be written is going to make me cry

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they’re going to happen it’s just going to take for-EVER sigh

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