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The Jungle Book 2016

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1h 46min | Adventure, Drama, Family

After a threat from the tiger Shere Khan forces him to flee the jungle, a man-cub named Mowgli embarks on a journey of self discovery with the help of panther, Bagheera, and free spirited bear, Baloo.

Scarlett Johansson, Bill Murray, Neel Sethi, Ben Kingsley, Giancarlo Esposito, Idris Elba, Christopher Walken, Lupita Nyong'o

Finding Dory (2016)

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Cosmic Love

Main Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson 
Rating: Mature
Status: Complete
Word Count: 27.2K

Summary: Sudden chills rake over his body yet again, making him stay rooted to the ground. Static in the air makes every hair on his body stand up straight. That’s when he notices something a couple feet in front of him lying on the ground. It’s what appears to be a person, weird white beams snaking around them like Christmas lights. Louis’ heart rate picks up. Is the person alright? What are they doing here? What the fuck is happening?

Or Louis lives in a small desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.

Lisitsa, the fox miraculous wielder from @wintermoth‘s fic, Guardians! she asked me a while back if i was interested in doodling this chara and sent me her mockups and i was like hell yessssss and so this happened and I think I took a lot of liberties lmaooo… i wanna draw her more, she was fun ;0;

anyway she makes an appearence in the new chapter finally, so y’all should check it out 8D!!

“Sometimes I think he could still love me,” she said, “But sometimes I think that I’m probably just kidding myself.” She said,

“He may still love you,” her friend told her,
“You know, he probably does. He probably doesn’t know what he wants. He probably even still thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters baby. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life. Boys like him do not deserve girls like you, please for the love of god do not let a boy who does not know how to love you, change how you see your self worth. You deserve everything, do not settle for less.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
I wish I would have had done so much more with you.

My greatest regrets are the early goodbyes. The times I let go a second too early from your hand. The times I averted my eyes when you tried to capture it. How I never held you long enough. The mistake of thinking about meaningless melancholy while laying beside you in bed, staring at the ceiling. I wish I would have done so much more with you.

I wish we had gone to more parks. Found more four-leaf clovers. I wish we had stayed up every night until our eyes were so heavy that we fell asleep on each other. I wish we had been young enough to take random trains to nowhere every single day, just to experience each other in as many situations and places as possible.

My sadness lies in the fact that we weren’t done yet, we never even started. We never even got the chance to lift from the ground. We weren’t done with the waking up next to each other. The experiencing of energy, fires, explosions, comets. I thought I wanted more time, but all I really wanted was to experience every little piece of you while I had you.

My greatest regrets are the early goodbyes.

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.
—  The Shadow of the Wind
by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

I’ve read all these books in the past few weeks and I wish I could say I’m now invincible and people want me to show up at their house parties with a veggie tray and appear smart but the truth is I’m just trying to get a job that doesn’t make me feel like I’m wasting my time.

I’m going to this interview tomorrow only so I can plead my case and show them that I’m willing to show up even when the job is absolutely not what I’m into. I’ve been making sandwiches and plunging toilets for years so I’m certainly no stranger to these kinds of jobs and if my children’s lively hood was dependent on me scrubbing latrines, I would be all over it. But it’s not so I’m going to keep plugging away until I’m where I want to be which is either the Galleria or a music festival.

Anyways I lost my point.
I love to read.
I love my kids and I hate my job.

Join the club Ruth.

Which isn’t the babysitters club because that wasn’t real.