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No one has ever warranted a presidential pardon more

obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they’re MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you’re done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that’s correct actually, because they’re made with the philosophy that books aren’t meant to be PRETTY, they’re meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you’re reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you’ve read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people’s books.

Another spicy fancam for you my lovely guys 😊💖

Save Mark from his embarrassing mom Taeyong 😂

i’ve never felt more seen

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persona vs shadow. 

Jungkook *wiggle*

i blame studio ghibli for making me feel like the only place and time i could ever be happy is one summer day in 1980s japan

the north is free thanks to you…but, they lost their king…ned stark’s daughter will speak for them…she’s the best they could ask for.

What I really love about this hug is that it seems, at first, like Jon is fighting his urge to reciprocate it. Like he does not need it, like he is too proud to hold her in his arms again. But then he just gives in and pulls her close really hard, as if he needs to feel her embrace like he needs air to breathe. He holds her tightly, his eyes are closed, his brows are frowned, he buries himself on her. To feel her heart, to feel her body, to breathe her in for one last time. Sansa’s arms are like home to Jon, and I think it’s a pretty big deal here. He can’t forgive himself for what he’s done, but then again, how could he not? He made a promise to himself. He would always protect her. And he kept his promise, even if keeping his promise meant he had to kill the woman that he so claimed to love. He kills her, because he cannot bear and he won’t accept a world in which Sansa does not exist anymore. Even if it means that they don’t get to see each other anymore. This moment says it all, the longing look he gives her right after says it all. Sansa felt like home and acceptance and love and will to live and everything that he had wished for a long, long time. He could not lose her. He could not lose Winterfell. Sansa is Winterfell. It’s home.

we’re going to have to call smut ‘lemons’ again, aren’t we? 

LEMONS!? WHEN THE FUCK WAS THIS?!

oh you sweet summer child 

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