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Ana de Armas Celebrates the New Year | W Magazine
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your faithless love’s the only hoax i believe in
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dandelions, for peachtober! Image description beyond the readmore.
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Source: lustingupon
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Pluto and its largest moon, Charon | These two celestial bodies are tidally locked and face each other at all times. Charon (theoretically) never sees Pluto’s heart, a giant ice plane called Sputnik Planitia. These photos were taken by the New Horizons mission in 2015. Original photo source: NASA.
Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness.That is the time for fear, little lord, when the white walkers move through the woods.
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“you are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering”
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History does not remember blood. It remembers names.
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Princess Rhaenyra. I’m Queen Rhaenyra now. And you all are traitors to realm.
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snow on the beach | taylor swift ft. lana del ray
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You’re On Your Own, Kid // Taylor Swift
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“The Painted Table had been carved and decorated at Lord Aegon’s command; a massive slab of wood, some fifty feet long, carved in the shape of Westeros, and painted to show all the woods and rivers and towns and castles of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“Fire & Blood” by George RR Martin
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Warsan Shire, from “Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
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middle-earth meme: two couples [½] ->arwen and aragorn
For a moment Aragorn gazed in silence, but fearing that she would pass aways and never be seen again, he called to her crying, Tinúviel, Tinúviel! even as Beren had done in the Elder Days long ago. Then the maiden turned to him and smiled, and she said: “Who are you? And why do you call me by that name?” And he answered: “Because I believed you to be indeed Lùthien Tinúviel, of whom I was singing. But if you are not she, then you walk in her likeness.” “So many have said,” she answered gravely. “Yet her name is not mine. Though maybe my doom will be not unlike hers.” (The Return of the King, Appendix A: The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen)