fuck-kirk:

It’s a metaphor, see

fuck-kirk:

It’s a metaphor, see

karameruru:

water-bottle-drop-warning:

I swear they all have Tumblr accounts

and the song is called unnatural selection tho.

"The real lover is the one who can thrill you by kissing your forehead."

- Marilyn Monroe

The Rains of Castamere
Sigur Rós

Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for 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.

They’re dragons, Khaleesi. They can never be tamed. Not even by their mother.”

♥ 1512 — via sirhlmes (originally tobias-eaton)

inspired by (x) and (x)

timelordes:

timelordes:

my best friends name is elsa and today she said “i wish people would stop asking me if i wanna build a fucking snowman”

image

A Scandal In Belgravia (January 1, 2012) 

-circa:

Iceland by Adrienne Pitts

-circa:

Iceland by Adrienne Pitts

♥ 19785 — via eloqucet (originally -circa)

twentyonepivots:

do you ever listen to music and suddenly you’re like wow I want my life to be the way this song sounds I want to live in this song

I wish [I could leave my actor persona behind] all the time. A doctor takes their doctor coat off and goes home. Sometimes I wish I could just shed this…. Go down the street and get my own coffee or go into a restaurant and just sit there. A huge part of my life force as an actor is just people-watching, and I can’t do that anymore. That scares me because if I’m going to start running on memories, then eventually I’m going to run out of the memories I had from before I was famous—about how it felt to just sit in a café and watch people who were just talking and not staring at me.