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Last morning by betulvargun

it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird by betulvargun

the sound of silence by betulvargun

000007 (by Adriano Sodré)

Edward Burne-Jones, Love Among The Ruins (detail), Watercolor Version, c.1872

Ilford Manor by aaron.etc

Untitled by betulvargun

Give me your phone. Why? Would you trust me?

You have to cherish things in a different way when you know the clock is ticking, you are under pressure. 

we are all someone’s monster.

It’s always been ‘go’. It’s always been ‘lie’ and 'hide’ and 'disappear’. I’ve never belonged anywhere or had the right to call anything my own. But Coach gave me keys to the court, and you told me to stay. You gave me a key and called it home. I haven’t had a home since my parents died.

Nova: Uh, I have updated my list of people I trust and what I believe to “no one” and “nothing”.

“We are the grand daughters of all the witches you were never able to burn.”  

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