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dragon age graphics challenge: [1/15] a quote from about your favorite character 

Flemeth: It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly.

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"My greatest misfortune would be to marry into a family who would carry me as their shame as I have been required to carry my own mother. Her apparent crime to be born negro and mine to be the evidence. Since I wish to deny her no more than I wish to deny myself you will pardon me for wanting a husband who feels ‘forgiveness’ of my bloodline is both unnecessary and without grace."

yuffii:

Ocean Waves (by Adrian)

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
—The Iliad, Homer (via youstayandigo)
I’ll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.
—Amy Elliott Dunne - Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via lucreziaborgia)

Stephanie, you have the heart of a lion, in every way that matters. You had the strength to resist the darkness where I did not.

Tiffany, your day will come. Don’t be afraid of your intelligence. I believe you will outshine us all.

Cassandra, you came through hell and made everyone you met stronger and better. You are the person I most want to be.

Batgirl: Future’s End #1

The winters are hard, but the Starks will endure. We always have

For my family.

reals:

Ugolino And His Sons | Photographer

So I started watching Adventure time … 

caroljessie:

pacific rim (2013); "haven’t you heard, mr. becket? the world is coming to an end. so where would you rather die: here, or in a jaeger?”

sosuperawesome:

Paper art by Morgana Wallace on Tumblr

Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.

1. I tried writing a love poem, but it stuck in my mouth and choked me. Nothing is poetic about a boy tracing circles into my thigh, pretending he knows what to do with his hands.

2. Here’s how the story goes: we bite into the churches, we swallow them whole; we want to be holy, we want to find the kingdom of god in our stomachs, but all we are is hollow.

3. The wolf inside of me howling itself raw, and he is the moon, and he is every single goddamn star. I want to kiss him celestial; I want him to lay me out like a constellation.

4. We’re tossing our hearts down the wishing wells now because our chests are the only things not empty.

5. The beginning doesn’t flash red like it should. Sadness is never painted in neons. It trickles in the palest of pastels and turns concrete in your chest, and by then it’s too late, and you’re sinking, you’re sinking, you’re sinking.

6. Be kind, be brave, let flowers bloom from your tongue.

7. This bed is a sacrificial altar, and he is painting you pretty. Do not go quiet, do not go careful. When he gives you his wrist, bite straight through.

—Emily Palermo, viii. (via queensmilitant)