Hey.

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
-Albert Camus


Reblogged from rubyredwisp

Game of Thrones S2E7 - A Man Without Honor
The more people you love, the weaker you are.

(Source: rubyredwisp, via secondbreakfasts)

Reblogged from detectivetimdrake

So many expectations…They make you sing and sing and sing. Be gentle. Love your husband. Be pure. Bear his children. Be beautiful. Remember your courtesies. Fade into the background. Stay silent. Want nothing. It’s too much, and it means too little. No matter what you do, your worth is next to nothing.

So many expectations…They make you sing and sing and sing. Be gentle. Love your husband. Be pure. Bear his children. Be beautiful. Remember your courtesies. Fade into the background. Stay silent. Want nothing. It’s too much, and it means too little. No matter what you do, your worth is next to nothing.

(Source: detectivetimdrake, via rainwoods)

Reblogged from meerareed

When you call one wolf, you invite the pack.

(via rainwoods)

Reblogged from think-progress
Reblogged from fightlesbird

(Source: fightlesbird, via rainwoods)

Reblogged from drunkonstevphen
Reblogged from antiquers
Reblogged from theenchantedcove
Reblogged from samyulle
samyulle:

30 Days of ASOIAF // Day 26Lines you wish hadn’t been cut in the show  → Sansa VI {AGOT}

Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. She wondered how she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as worms you found after rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel.
“I hate you,” she whispered.

samyulle:

30 Days of ASOIAF // Day 26
Lines you wish hadn’t been cut in the show  → Sansa VI {AGOT}

Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. She wondered how she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as worms you found after rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel.

I hate you,” she whispered.

(via rainwoods)

Reblogged from soimpotent