renly-baratheon:

I have become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

mastermarksman:

troiansy:

 #it’s like mean girls with more wine and incest

#on wednesdays we wear armour #your hair is in a braid that means you can’t braid it any other day of the week #you’re really pretty - thank you - so you agree you think you’re pretty 

minimalmovieposters:

Death Proof by Joel Amat Güell

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She’s thin, she’s blonde, she says ‘wow’ a lot.

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(via plantagenet)

“Gary actually came around the next morning, because we lived near each other at the time, and he said, ‘Have you seen the new book? We’ve got a lot of work to do, mate.’ He was quite happy, and I didn’t know how to break it to him. So I said, ‘Have you actually read it yet, Gaz?’ ‘No, just flicked through it.’ A few days later I’m in makeup and he comes in and sits down and goes, ‘Have you heard the news?’ ‘What’s that, Gaz?’ ‘It’s terrible fucking news’ ‘What is it?’ ‘You know how everyone is talking about who dies in book five? It’s fucking me! This woman puts the poor bastard in prison for 12 years, brings him back for a few scenes, and then she kills him!’”

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billet-doux:

Yeah, I’m fucked.