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Lonely people are usually lonely not because of hideous deformity or odor or obnoxiousness […] Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
Lonely people at home still crave sights and scenes, company.
David Foster Wallace, “E Unibus Pluram”, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments. (via hemimetabolism)

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eternalsojourn:

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hearthburn:

my-flourish-and-blotts:

#the greatest #i’ve got red in my ledger. i’d like to wipe it clean. #she manipulates people’s gendered expectations of her to extract information #she conducts interrogations by letting people think they’ve bested her #by letting men think they’ve bested her #because she’s small and fragile and female and she is emotional and easy to snap in half #and then she tears them apart #and it’s the greatest thing and you’re the greatest thing and i love you #get your own movie

My favorite part is how Phil’s not even slightly concerned. Not even a tiny bit tense. He’s just bopping there, waiting until she’s done. The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.

The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.

She’s fucking fascinating and I want all her stories.

One of the first comments I saw when this clip was first posted on a website was basically, “I don’t believe her fighting and she doesn’t look like Black Widow but BOOBIES.”

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