because it's my birthday, and i wants it
Chelsea|US of A|multi-fandom| ©
elf|ravenclaw|district 4|narnian|jedi

I 'lîr en êl luitha 'úren.
The song of the star enchants my heart.


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a matchless spirit though a delicate frame, covered by her splendid bravery.


posted 12 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 501 notes
#vikings

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Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories n e v e r end. 


posted 15 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 601 notes
#doctor who

fangirl challenge  ten tv shows
↳ [7/10] gilmore girls 

Rory: If the house was burning down, what would you save first, the cake or me? Lorelai: Not fair! The cake doesn’t have legs!


posted 15 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 828 notes
#gilmore girls

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now seeing the beginnings of another stage of human evolution."


posted 16 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 173 notes
#xmen

via: kovuhs

She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.


posted 18 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 82 notes
#narnia

via: branstarks
source: varous

If I look back, I am lost..



posted 18 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 1,943 notes
#once upon a time

via: starkswaters
source: suammetuit

suammetuit:

art meme: spring and winter in paris

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast


posted 21 hours ago on 18/9/2014+ 34,643 notes
#paris

James had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. 


overcome-by-you:

Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him. He was with his mom and dad and sisters. His mom called me at three thirty in the morning. I’d known, of course, that he was going. <…> The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters. My parents stayed in my room forever until it was morning and finally Dad said, “Do you want to be alone?” and I nodded and Mom said, “We’ll be right outside the door,” me thinking, I don’t doubt it. It was unbearable. The whole thing. Every second worse than the last. I just kept thinking about calling him, wondering what would happen, if anyone would answer. In the last weeks, we’d been reduced to spending our time together in recollection, but that was not nothing: The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.


Gus, what are you doing? What are you doing here?


He hastily calls Finnick and Haymitch over and they have a brief but intense conversation that I can see Haymitch isn’t happy with. Plutarch seems to win—Finnick’s pale but nodding his head by the end of it. As Finnick moves to take my seat before the camera, Haymitch tells him, “You don’t have to do this."Yes, I do. If it will help her." Finnick balls up his rope in his hand. “I’m ready.”



via: gilbertblythe
source: connietough

the rise and fall and rise of lady mary crawley


posted 1 day ago on 17/9/2014+ 355 notes
#downton abbey

tosquinha:

I’m still trying to understand…


posted 1 day ago on 17/9/2014+ 1,003 notes
#basically #good grief

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many layered things.


posted 1 day ago on 17/9/2014+ 4,501 notes
#harry potter