bitchin'

I like tv shows, donuts and puppies. I also have an unhealthy obsession with Papa's games.

[sentrysvoid]

Look! It’s not rigged!

[garrett-graham]

Alicante, 20:46

[bob-belcher]

me @ me  

[drogonqueen-archive]

Character Posters ➝ Sansa Stark

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

[lannisten]

Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods, not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen.

[lukecrain-archive-deactivated20]

Keep on growing up, kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from ‘em, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.

[odairannies]

favourite characters moodboards  •  rachel green (f.r.i.e.n.d.s.) “when did it get so complicated?”

[anadearmas]

Keep on growing up, kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from them and when life hurts you – because it will – remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.

[mothric]

no sideblogs, we chaotically cram our personal posts, aesthetic posts, and 800 hyperfixations into one blog like men

[sashajoel-deactivated20221007]

[itsthatunique]

“Do you copy?”

[drugstoreperfumemp3]

I don’t know how to ride a dragon. Nobody does, until they ride a dragon. What if he doesn’t want me to? Then I’ve enjoyed your company, Jon Snow.

[jiminfilter]

POSTERS - Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things (requested by anonymous)

“I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.”

[killbilled]

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

[bob-belcher]

My body: You need to work out, this is getting ridiculous.

Me: Makes sense. *works out for one day*

My body: What the fuck was that? What the fuck are you doing to me.

[kafkasdiariies]

Piazza Pretoria, Palermo, Italy by pupina

[lukecrain-archive-deactivated20]

It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.