Hey, don't cry, 236 species of woodpecker, ok?
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
I think one of the most profound forms of love is "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."
It's a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay's plasticity. It's a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom's favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It's a girlfriend who says "Yes, I'll go with you" and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It's a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out "Wait, wait, I know we're here for the exhibit, but I haven't been here! Slow down!"
It's being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.
Got some decent news amongst all the madness lately. All I can say is that I’m hopeful and it’s a big relief if it’s as good as it sounds.
people are always like “oh I want Leia and Padmé to meet they have so much in common” but let’s be honest if Leia ‘I’d Stab Him Without a Second Thought’ met Padmé ‘I Can Fix Him’ Amidala there would DEFINITELY be blood
Luke and Padmé: there’s still good in him!
Leia, cocking her gun: not enough












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