Anara Dubh

"Qui suis-je et que suis-je? Un homme de rien, un etre inutile à lui meme et aux autres"

I tell you what, when they knew you were coming in, Twitter went crazy. [x][x]

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half-angelhalf-human:

Candice Accola & Joe King |  New Orleans 10.18.2014 [x]

Congratulation to the happy Couple! 

yellowdelaney:

JB Appreciation Week | Day 4 | One Scene
A slick stone turned under Jaime’s foot. As he felt himself falling, he twisted the mischance into a diving lunge. His point scraped past her parry and bit into her upper thigh. A red flower blossomed, and Jaime had an instant to savor the sight of her blood before his knee slammed into a rock. The pain was blinding. Brienne splashed into him and kicked away his sword. “YIELD!”

Jaime drove his shoulder into her legs, bringing her down on top of him. They rolled, kicking and punching until finally she was sitting astride him. He managed to jerk her dagger from its sheath, but before he could plunge it into her belly she caught his wrist and slammed his hands back on a rock so hard he thought she’d wrenched an arm from its socket. Her other hand spread across his face. “Yield!” 

— Jaime III, A Storm of Swords

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cinemove:


Casablanca (1942)

The letter is crying. It’s as if her tears are being expressed visibly on the page. - Roger Ebert 

cinemove:

Casablanca (1942)

The letter is crying. It’s as if her tears are being expressed visibly on the page. - Roger Ebert 

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