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Vincent (FFVII) | lanimalu


Vincent (FFVII) lanimalu


Smoke, Nєση + VίɖεΘ high heels

From star dust I was formed, to the stars I shall soar [x]

Set 1: Altair & Ezio

Writers don’t make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don’t work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck’s book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man’s stupid words. And for this, as I said, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more.

Donald Miller (via writingquotes)

You’re my paper heart.


And sooner or later, in ways we can’t always fathom, the consequences come back to us.

I’ve been an adult for several years now

but when I went to the kitchen for some pumpkin bread shhh the pumpkin pie never happened ahaha don’t look at mei found myself sneaking and looking around like one of my parents was going to swoop down on me and RAIN DOWN DISAPPROVAL AND THE KITCHEN BANHAMMER

and then I remembered that I’m a goddamn adult

and ate half the loaf

Viola Davis is a freaking tour de force. As she slowly peels back her wig, her eyelashes and wipes away her makeup, you can just see Annalise come undone. She doesn’t say a word, but you can feel the pain radiating off her. It gave me the chills. (x)

"Pumpkin pie filling probably doesn’t rise," I tell myself as I pour a shit-ton of filling into the crust, "there’s no baking soda or powder or yeast or all-purpose flour, so whatevs."

Basic physics: YO HEAT = EXPANSION just fyi

"Oh, look," I say to myself as I peer through the oven door window, "that crust is…looking mighty full.  The filling appears closer to the edge than it was when it started."

Basic physics: ahahahahaha

"…I should probably stay and keep an eye on it, just in case,” I mutter, glancing at the oven window every seven seconds. 

Just in case.