baddie:

stalker-cat:

faith—in—fools:

Love a bit of Jon Snow


YOU KNOW NOTHING, JON SNOW!

baddie:

stalker-cat:

faith—in—fools:

Love a bit of Jon Snow

YOU KNOW NOTHING, JON SNOW!

sassylemur:

jackiecello23:

But when I was doing the scene, [director] Alex Graves said “When you say that last line, ‘I can be your family,’ say it like ‘I love you.’” And that’s the take that they used. (x)

image

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one-hamburger:

dicksp8jr:

fionaaelizabeth:

If corals get stressed they die, so if I was coral I would be dead 

what do coral even get stressed about

Current events

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Syrup: Four types of women.

(via florenceandthepoutines)

"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."

— Haruki Murakami (via erraticintrovert)

(Source: hellanne, via tearsandlaughter)

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."

Arundhati Roy (via dearbuddha)

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pilarpedrosapilar:

1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things.

2. Loving you was like going to war, I never came back the same.

3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.

4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride…

She jerked to her feet as if he’d struck her, sending a wash of hot water across the tub. Jaime caught a glimpse of the thick blonde bush at the juncture of her thighs as she climbed out. She was much hairier than his sister. Absurdly, he felt his cock stir beneath the bathwater… He averted his eyes, troubled by his body’s response. “That was unworthy,” he mumbled. “I’m a maimed man, and bitter. Forgive me, wench. You have protected me as well as any man could have, and better than most.”

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anythingbutthelasturl:

i’m pretty sure most people have read this book, it’s recommended in most american literature classes

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malformalady:

When injured, Pterocarpus angolensis, also known as the bloodwood tree,  exudes a blood-like sap which is valued for its medicinal properties.

malformalady:

When injured, Pterocarpus angolensis, also known as the bloodwood tree,
exudes a blood-like sap which is valued for its medicinal properties.

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