Rumored to be the inspiration for Hogwarts, this is the Henri Labrouste Reading Room at Sainte-Genevieve Library.

And this is Paris!

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today we took a day trip out to big falls because summer is ending with a 90 degree bang and we desperately needed to jump into some icy mountain water with good friends. we baptized your truck in muddy creeks and dust as you drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my knee. there will never be anything like you singing country music at the top of your lungs, wind rushing through the open windows, the central coast spread out beneath us. thank you for making a bad morning a good day.

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Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
— At the end of the day it’s the little things (via goodwinmacalister)

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When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via jebiwonkenobi)


-Anna F

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mornings with you are the most magical. the start of something new with my oldest friend. you are laughter and sunset and grace and old and new and i adore you.


mornings with you are the most magical. the start of something new with my oldest friend. you are laughter and sunset and grace and old and new and i adore you.

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Can’t Help Falling In Love With You (Cover) - Fleet Foxes 

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

But I can’t help falling in love with you…”

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This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets


This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets

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Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good

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Trent Reznor sent over sixteen different musical sketches between three-and-a-half and eight minutes long. It wasn’t really scored to any specific point; it was just kind of like—he said, ‘Well, here’s an idea, and here’s an idea, and I was sort of thinking of this for this, but we sort of moved stuff around and edit things and sort of fit it.’ And then, that track started playing. I think it was track seven, ironically. I was in my office, and I was scrolling through a little MP3, and all of a sudden, I heard this weird, it’s almost like legati, The Shining, kind of like this odd dissonance, this guttural sound. And then over the top of it came this little piano melody. And I heard it and I said, ‘That’s the main titles.’ It was kind of astounding because it seemed to talk about this loneliness, the piano was this lonely—it was almost childlike, and yet it had this kind of seething anger, vitriol, that was sort of bubbling under it.
— David Fincher, on Hand Covers Bruise from The Social Network’s Original Soundtrack (via lucy-vanpelt)

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And in the end I think I’ve learned the final lesson from my travels in time; and I’ve even gone one step further than my father did: The truth is I now don’t travel back at all, not even for the day, I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life. (About Time, 2013)

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