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arquerio:

Vík í Mýrdal, Iceland by m’sieur rico on Flickr.

sansalayned:

It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Riverrun. She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with Lysa, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger, giggling, and he’d eaten so much mud he was sick for a week. How young they all had been.

Preasoiaf meme: 4 preasoiaf versions of asoiaf characters [2/4] → Catelyn Tully

radtracks:

crawled out of the sea // laura marling

oh, you crawled out of the sea
straight into my arms, straight into my arms

365daysofhorror:

Photos from the cemetery used in Hocus Pocus. It’s in Marble Head, Mass and it is gorgeous. More on my Instagram

Buffy Meme: 1/4 Relationships ➤ Buffy and Dawn

It doesn’t matter where you came from, or how you got here. You are my sister. There’s no way you could annoy me so much if you weren’t.

natgeofound:

A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative

Books meme: Twenty female characters

[13/20] → Evie O’Neill  (The Diviners)

venetians:

doge’s palace + bridge of sighs

Forgiveness. The frail beauty of the word takes root in me as I make my way back through the woods, past the caves and the ravine, where the earth has accepted the flesh of the deer, leaving nothing but a bone or two, peeking about Kartik’s makeshift grave, to prove that any of this ever happened. Soon, they’ll be gone too. But forgiveness… I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

mostlyitaly:

Venice (Veneto, Italy) by Petrana Sekula on Flickr.