Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame. All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top-notch brain.
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You shoot that gun at me–I will pull that bullet out of my ruined four hundred dollar leather jacket.
Hamilton: An American Musical
Natalie Dormer for Women’s Health
“hey, this totally counts, right?”
awww
Paris turned out the lights as a sign of mourning, but the rest of the world lit them again.
your obscenely overdue triple-x bill
season six of the x files is a GIFT
make me choose → @weeping-anderson asked
clarke/bellamyor clarke/lexa
“Not everyone, not you.”

