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Taylor Swift, The Beatles, Imagine Dragons. Tributo, divergente, ángel caído, alma, efecto colateral... Y muchos más fandoms sin nombre. || 15 years old. Reader, artist and writer attempt, blogger, teenager. Weird? I'm only me. Taylor Swift, The Beatles, Imagine Dragons. Tribute, divergent, fallen archangel, hoster, collateral effect... and more unnamed fandoms.
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You were the boy, weren’t you—the servant boy who got us out? You saved her life and mine, then you restored her to me. Yet, you want no reward. Not anymore.

(Fuente: clarabosswins)

— hace 1 semana con 4143 notas

every disney/dreamworks/20th/animation songs: Anastasia

So many lives were destroyed that night. What had always been was now gone forever. And my Anastasia, my beloved grandchild - I never saw her again.
— hace 1 semana con 11449 notas

partesincompletas:

-¿Y de veras te gusta estudiar?

Él asintió.

-¿Por qué?

-Es lo único que sé hacer -contestó con voz queda.

Deseó decirle que también le gustaba porque era algo que podía hacer solo, porque lo que uno estudia son cosas sabidas, muertas, frías; porque las páginas de los libros de clase tienen todas la misma temperatura, lo dejan elegir a uno, nunca hacen daño ni uno puede hacerles daño a ellas… Pero se abstuvo.

— hace 2 semanas con 75 notas
"Si se hubiera casado, ella lo habría percibido de algún modo. Porque estaban unidos por un hilo invisible, oculto entre mil cosas de poca importancia, que sólo podía existir entre dos personas como ellos: dos soledades que se reconocían"

Paolo Giordano, La solitudine del numeri primi

.-morethanwords-.

(via letrastextualmente)
— hace 2 semanas con 111 notas
"Por primera vez sintió que la inmensa distancia que los separaba era insignificante… Estaban unidos por un hilo invisible, oculto entre mil cosas de poca importancia, que sólo podía existir entre dos personas como ellos."
La soledad de los números primos, Paolo Giordano (via esnifandosentimientos)

(vía esnifandosentimientos)

— hace 2 semanas con 229 notas

poetictouch:

Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Read by Basil Rathbone

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

— hace 2 semanas con 28 notas