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Oh my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord.

A few weeks ago I went to the Milwaukee Art Museum with a friend and we got to go into this glass box called The Infinity Chamber. Inside there are mirrors and lights and together they resemble the stars and constellations; outer space. It’s probably one of the coolest things ever. Credit: Stanley Landsman, Walk-In Infinity Chamber, 1968

Hiver à St Petersbourg | ivanovchenka

The struggle between me wanting to be successful and me wanting to lay in bed 24/7

am i the only person not affected by generalized positivity… like post it notes in bathrooms that say ‘youre beautiful’ or posts that are like ‘smile! you are a beautiful sunshine flower!’ im just like … okay…

Audrey Hepburn, 1969

I’ve always wanted to buy two coffees, take them to a crime scene and while handing one to the officer in charge ask, “So, what do we have here”?

Personally, I like the disease.

I hope all my Muslim followers are safe and loved; what’s happening in the USA right now is an absolute crime and not a single part of you has deserved it

“winterfell remained. it was not dead, just broken. like me… i’m not dead either.” - BRAN STARK

lovesick || banks (insp.)

me: *wailing dramatically while wandering the halls of my dark mansion in a long black chiffon dressing gown with a black feather trim that trails behind me about a foot over a simple and elegant black silk slip dress, holding a fully lit candelabra and leaving a trail of wax drippings on my hardwood floors*

my spouse: *turns on the hall light* we fucking talked about this

when you go back to daydreaming after having been interrupted and your brain does a previously on of your fantasy