filed under: , game of thrones© kingofwinter

What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep; fear is for the Long Night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear.

The Walking Dead episode gifsets [5/∞]

SEASON 1  | 1x05 | WILDFIRE
filed under: , wonder© aryafromwinterfell

aryafromwinterfell:

favorite books : wonder by r. j. palacio

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.”

filed under: , lily collins© jacesclarissa

I’m very British at heart. When I come to England I say I’m coming home, and then it’s funny when I leave England to go back to LA I also say I’m going back home. So I feel like both places are home, but there’s something about being here that I just feel is so much a part of who I am, and even though I sound American, I love Marmite and beans on toast and tea. I still say the ‘car boot’ and ‘the loo’, I still use a lot of words where people in LA ask ‘what did you just say?’. So I do feel very, very British.

filed under: , sterek, teen wolf© kittysrose

"On the good days, I forgive your sharp teeth and on the bad days, you forgive my soft limbs. We are the most healing battle ever fought, and we don’t even have a word for it yet."

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girlannachronism:

Carven by Filep Motwary

filed under: , hannibal© belerand

Who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? 

for Emily + [originals]

Title: The Rains of Castamere
Artist: Sigur Rós
Album: The Rains of Castamere (From the HBO® Series Game of Thrones - Season 4) - Single
Plays: 232938

Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for Season 4 of HBO’s Game Of Thrones

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
6 days ago34,058 notes© birdfingers
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She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.

filed under: , hannibal© atethebirds