"nobody knows where they might end up. nobody knows"

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korrology:

owldee:

baelor:

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im fucKIGN SCREAMING HOW IS THIS MULTI-BILLION DOLLAR INTERNATIONAL CORPORATION SO PETTY AND CLUELESS LEAVE MY LIFE

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YOU ARE AN OFFICIAL TWITTER

HOW DO YOU RESPOND LIKE THAT

WHY CAN’T I HAVE THIS JOB

I CAN’T BELIEVE

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WHAT KIDS ARE ON TWITTER AND FACEBOOK AND TUMBLR

THATS WHO U R PROMOTING TO

GOD DAMN IT

The Giver: You can stop this.

Chief Elder: Stop what? If you don’t want to see it, sit down with the other elders. Close your eyes.

The Giver: Her name was Rosemary. She was my daughter. I loved her.

Chief Elder: Precision of language.

The Giver: Could not be more precise. Do you know what that’s like? To love someone? I do. I’ve cried, I’ve felt true sorrow. I’ve sung, danced, I’ve felt real joy.

Chief Elder: Then you. Should know. Better. Than anyone.
You have seen children starve. You’ve seen people stand on each others’ necks just for the view. You know what it feels like when men blow each other up over a simple line they said. And yet… and yet, you and Jonas want to open that door again. Bring all that back.

The Giver: If only you could see the possibility of love. With love comes faith, with it comes hope.

Chief Elder: Love is just passion that can turn. It turns. It can tempt and can murder.

The Giver: We could choose better.

Chief Elder: People are weak. People are selfish. When people have the freedom to choose, they choose wrong.

Every. Single. Time.

The Giver: Loss and pain. Music and joy. The raw, impossible and beautiful feeling of love. Your son. You felt that. That girl. She has felt it. We are living a life of shadows, of echoes, distant whispers of what once made us real.

By The Giver (2014)