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When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?

 Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via peachybun)

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aieon:

It may seem like I’m a sarcastic asshole 24/7, but I’m actually only a sarcastic asshole 18/7 because at night I actually have feelings.

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arryns:

queens + season 4 + smiling

#wow each of these gifs is actually really indicative of their personalities #margaery’s smile is both sweet and sly #i mean you know she has schemes out the wazzoo and even with her own grandmother she looks like she’s plotting murder #sansa’s smile is small and shy and lights up her face like nothing else #it’s something you hardly ever see but when you do you just know that she has the kindest, gentlest soul in the world and she deserves so much better than what she’s been put through #dany immediately catches herself as only a queen would #she’s crushing on daario but knows that it will only make things complicated so she hides her emotions as quickly as possible #but it’s obvious that she is totally into it and if you listen closely enough you can hear WHEN A MAAANNnn LOovES A WOMANNN playing in the background #cersei’s is a bullshit half-grin #like “god why do i put up with anybody the fact that i’m not singlehandedly ruling westeros right now is a fuckin joke” #just UGH i love all of these ladies so much

(Source: silverhairedqueen, via gameofthronesdaily)

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suicideblonde:

Angelina Jolie

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#joffrey being a seemingly good guy out of context #part 2
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trappedinsanity:

Bubbles appreciation post (◡‿◡✿)

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suicideblonde:

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

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nevver:

Christer Karlstad

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My happiest hours are those in which I think nothing, want nothing, when I do not even dream, but lose myself in some spurious vegetable torpor, moss growing on the surface of life. Without a trace of bitterness I savour my absurd awareness of being nothing, a mere foretaste of death and extinction.

— Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)

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