Well, how could you say no to those eyes ? 

(Source : fyeahouat)

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disneyskellington:

I still ask myself this question

disneyskellington:

I still ask myself this question

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the-walking-dead-art:

We got to let those people out. That’s still who we are. It’s got to be.

the-walking-dead-art:

We got to let those people out. That’s still who we are. It’s got to be.

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They say we can repress our memories. I wonder if we’re just keeping them safe somewhere? Because no matter how painful they are, they are our most valuable possessions… They made us who we are.” 

(Source : leave-me-hypnotized-love, via mcnuggetshepherd)

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joannalannister:


"a queen is only a woman after all."

Rhaella had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her love would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp. 
There was no tenderness in her brother’s kiss.
***
Relations between Aerys and his queen had been strained during the last years of his reign. They slept apart and did their best to avoid each other during the waking hours. But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. “You’re hurting me,” they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door. “You’re hurting me.” In some queer way, that had been worse than Lord Chelsted’s screaming. “We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.” 

joannalannister:

"a queen is only a woman after all."

Rhaella had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her love would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp. 

There was no tenderness in her brother’s kiss.

***

Relations between Aerys and his queen had been strained during the last years of his reign. They slept apart and did their best to avoid each other during the waking hours. But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. “You’re hurting me,” they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door. “You’re hurting me.” In some queer way, that had been worse than Lord Chelsted’s screaming. “We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.” 

(via fuckyeahgameofthrones)

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itsjaneshepard:

me after watching the caryl reunion

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