Ainesseyspiegel - My Side Of Freedom

““If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. I’ll always be with you.””

— Christopher Robin (via must-love-larry)

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Cowboy Bebop TV Series (1998)

Spectāte Dīligenter

A simple look can say a lot about a person. It can tell you trials and pains, sufferings and acceptances, and whether or not victory has won over defeat. The eyes have often been called the windows to the soul, and if one pair is empty you know the time for discovery is closed. Whether brown, blue, green, or grey, the shade and shape of a person's gaze can reveal so much. A culture, a secret, a way of life. So much can be gleamed from a simple glance.

But you have to look in order to see it. 

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If one half of your ship is mad at the other, what will the second half do to try to make up for it?

Hit him where it hurts, Cassandra! (Apollo is the WORST.)

La Collectionneuse (1967)

Shattered Reflection

This was the me who didn’t make it. Not just the one who hadn’t accomplished her dreams, or the one who had given up on what she’d wanted in life. That may or may not have been true, but that wasn’t the first thought to come to mind.

Her neck was bruised, and maybe it was just me, but they looked very ominous. Perhaps it was just me, considering I was the one with an imagination that was as vivid as it was limited by what I already knew. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, making shapes recognizable only because it was something I knew and something I could identify. Maybe it was fear, feeding an apprehension deep inside my stomach that grew the more I looked at her.

 Her face had some shallow but long scratches. Her arms looked an ugly mixture of purple and yellow, gashes appearing every few inches or so. They also seemed to have the same kind of marks that her neck did. Handprints. Marks of a struggle.

It took me a long while, and when I finally looked back up at her, I saw my own dark brown eyes staring back at me with an icy numbness. “Did I die?”

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