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She feels like she’s living in a movie of her own life. She’s...

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:05:41 +0300

She feels like she’s living in a movie of her own life. She’s constantly on show, performing all the time. Nothing bad can happen in a dream. You can’t die in a dream. Carey Mulligan

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:20:26 +0300

"He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:17:43 +0300

“He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart. One hand slid up her tigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moonblood was on her, but it made no difference.
”Hurry”, she was whispering now, ”quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. ”Yes”, Cersei said as he thrust, ”my sweet brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.””

- Cersei and Jaime, A Storm of Swords (via oscarwildling)

women don’t exist for the sole purpose of being beautiful for men women don’t exist for the...

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:58:40 +0300

women don’t exist for the sole purpose of being beautiful for men

women don’t exist for the consumption by men

women don’t exist to fuckin please you

women are not meat

women are not items

women are not a commodity

thanks bye

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Sun, 19 May 2013 14:27:53 +0300

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Sun, 19 May 2013 14:25:53 +0300

Cannes Film Festival 2013.

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:21:45 +0300

Cannes Film Festival 2013.

Do you ship Jaime/Brienne?

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:15:00 +0300

No, I don’t. I really like their dynamics and Brienne as a character though. I admire her actually. But I can’t see them in a romantic, more intimate way at all.

Except Jaime/Cersei do you have any other incest ships?

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:09:00 +0300

Yup, I do.

Bellatrix/Sirius
Morgana/Arthur
Cesare/Lucrezia

I take no pleasure in taking a life if it’s from a person who...

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:07:22 +0300

I take no pleasure in taking a life if it’s from a person who doesn’t care about it.

fuckyeahspartacus: 1.09 | whore

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:05:57 +0300

fuckyeahspartacus:

1.09 | whore

vermillons: Helena Bonham Carter photographed by Kate Berry.

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:04:03 +0300

vermillons:

Helena Bonham Carter photographed by Kate Berry.

YOU ARE PERFECT, YOUR BLOG IS PERFECT, EVERYTHING'S JUST PERFECT, OKAY, PERFECT, YES

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:00:00 +0300

OH MY GOD WHO ARE YOU ???
Thank you very much! That’s so kind of you. You can come off anon anytime you like. : )

I really like your blog. It's not boring.

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:58:00 +0300

Well, thank you very much!

littlefindsforgot: Cersei Lannister sees her brother Jaime in...

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:54:28 +0300

littlefindsforgot:

Cersei Lannister sees her brother Jaime in her reflection

Shakespeare’s Daughter by Kinuko Craft

mntrose: The most horrific thing about getting close to someone is the thought that at any point,...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:12:52 +0300

mntrose:

The most horrific thing about getting close to someone is the thought that at any point, they could lose complete interest in you

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Sat, 18 May 2013 22:35:22 +0300

there is only one thing we say to death.

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:19:00 +0300

there is only one thing we say to death.

fuckyeahfashioncouture: Krikor Jabotian Haute Couture 2013

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:46:17 +0300

fuckyeahfashioncouture:

Krikor Jabotian Haute Couture 2013

“It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our...

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:18:00 +0300

“It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb…Robb…please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… (…)
Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed.”

” ‘We’re here’, she shouted. Her voice sounded thin and scared, a little girl’s voice. ‘Robb’s just in the castle, and my mother. The gate’s even open.’ There were no more Freys riding out. I came so far. ‘We have to go get my mother’. (…) ‘Maybe we can save her.’ “