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mujercitadepehuajjo · 3 years
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What did it say? The voice mail? Doesn’t matter. It was ages ago. Matters to me. It was something like “Hi, Maeve. I’m watching you on TV right now. And I wanted to let you know how proud I am of you. And about how you saying you had feelings for me was all I ever wanted to hear. Cause it’s always been you. I love you.” Anyway, it was stupid. Did you mean it? Of course I meant it.
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mujercitadepehuajjo · 3 years
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You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, ‘Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.’ You call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing,’ and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S (1961) dir. Blake Edwards
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If I could find a real life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then
 then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S (1961) dir. Blake Edwards
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Jo and Laurie (1933. 1949. 1994. 2017. 2019.)
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Virginia Woolf, by Lady Ottoline Morrell, June 1926.
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Literature Gift Sets from LiteraryEmporium
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You’re a great deal too good for me. And I’m so grateful to you, and I’m so proud of you. And I just, I don’t see why I can’t love you as you want me to. I don’t know why.
Jo March and Laurie Laurence in Little Women (2019)
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LITTLE WOMEN (2019) DIR. GRETA GERWIG          If I was a girl in a book, this would all be so easy.
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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 2019 | dir. Greta Gerwig
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mujercitadepehuajjo · 3 years
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I have loved you ever since I’ve know you, Jo
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mujercitadepehuajjo · 3 years
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heart-shaped best friend necklaces that say "you said i killed you" and "haunt me then"
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mujercitadepehuajjo · 3 years
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“I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.”
— Erin Van Vuren
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mujercitadepehuajjo · 3 years
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wine is bottled poetry đŸ·
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literature, always literature
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Dear Anne, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire, you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please, don’t be alarmed, I don’t expect your favor, but I can’t in good conscience not reveal myself. I’m not engaged, nor will I be, unless it’s to you Anne, my Anne with an E. It always has been and always will be you. 
With love, Gilbert. 
P. S. Thanks for the pen. Good luck at Queens.
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Women are not made whole by men. Women are made whole the moment they enter this world.
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