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ladyblackfish:

SANSA STARK APPRECIATION WEEK - day 5 : One scene.

Sansa sat up. “Lady,” she whispered. For a moment it was as if the direwolf was there in the room, looking at her with those golden eyes, sad and knowing. She had been dreaming, she realized. Lady was with her, and they were running together, and… and… trying to remember was like trying to catch the rain with her fingers. The dream faded, and Lady was dead again.

fallopianrhapsody:

sleeping with your stuffed animals is punk rock don’t let anybody tell you different

luvallstuff:

The thing that’s so disgusting about the murders of Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown, Sean Bell etc (a very long list) is that it’s not like we’re trying to figure out who killed them. We know perfectly well. We’re just trying to figure out if that black kid deserved to die. Their humanity is put on trial, like being a person wasn’t enough. Black people literally have to prove that we’re worthy of living.

you have a little danger in your eye. i wonder what you plan to do with that..

you want me to go down there, don’t you?

Track: Hide and Seek
Artist: Imogen Heap
Album: Speak for Yourself

radtracks:

hide and seek // imogen heap

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
blood and tears
they were here first

Sansa Appreciation Week: [Day 4] Favorite Relationship → Sansa & Arya
∟ You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.

mis4nthropy:

me: (worries about all the things I haven’t done yet)
me: (still doesn’t do them)

boypansies:

i have some weird kinks but at least i dont wanna fuck some animated ponies

ignitionremix:

why are straight white boys so against pumpkin spice? maybe they should be against other things like I don’t know date rape?

jewparadise:

is it just me or is there good mirrors and bad mirrors like some mirrors make me feel like the queen of sass and sex but then i walk past another mirror and it’s like the elephant man had a baby with a potato

robb-stark:

Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor’s Sept

I laugh stuff off all the time. If you read half the shit people wrote about me, you’d be in hysterical laughter too. It’s not always bad things - people are generally pretty positive, and I haven’t had any scandals, which is why I can laugh about it, but still, any time you read anything that’s not true or well sensationalized, it’s like, ‘Well, there we go.’ So many people are speculating, and even some of my own friends are fooled by it… so what will the rest of the world think?