WANDERLUST

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

[inahiddenplace]

i like to pretend i don’t give a fuck but honestly i don’t think i’ve ever not given a fuck in my whole life

[fysw]

This map’s not complete. It’s just a piece. Even since Luke disappeared, people have been looking for him.

[carolaynetran]

im really emotional about these three

[jaicortneys]

I guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. I can’t see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of… impressionistic painting.

[fat-birds]

Snuggly Pearly Conure.

I just love this bird so much. So much.

[starwarsvillains]

“You’re a monster!”

[mollyginevra]

harry potter and the goblet of fire + tasks

requested by honey-lake

[jannes-mars]

[loremcatsum]

Please reblog if:

•your anxiety has made it difficult for you to voice your opinion

•your anxiety has made it difficult to dress the way you want

•your anxiety has made it difficult to ask for help

•your anxiety has made you constantly worry if you are being annoying and wonder if your friends and family are valid relationships or if they just put up with you because they have to

And please know that you are not fighting this battle alone. You are worth more than your anxiety says. You matter and so does your opinion and your say. You are awesome

[runakvaed-deactivated20210131]

[spoopytowns]

#IN A FILM OF PERFECT MOMENTS THE HAND FLEX™ STANDS ALONE#BEATIFIED; REVERED AMONGST ITS PEERS#NEVER BEFORE OR SINCE HAS A PIECE OF CINEMA BEEN SO PURE; SO HEART WRENCHING; SO OBSCENELY EROTIC#IM GONNA KILL MATTHEW MCFADYEN#pride and prejudice#THE WAY HIS THUMB GRAZES OVER HER KNUCKLES PUT ME IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BIN#and the way she looks at him like ‘did he just’#and he looks back at her like ‘fuck. i did that…. we practically boned on the driveway’#BUT HONESTLY THIS ONE MOMENT IS MORE SEXUALLY CHARGED THAN ANY SEX SCENE OR ANY ACTUAL SEX#and okay like people who hate this movie#(YES. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HATE CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE 2005)#say that it is a bad adaption of the book because it focuses on the sexual tension too much#and not the like ~repressed nature of lizzie and darcy’s witty repartee#BITCH#ARE YOU SEEING THIS?#DO YOU SEE THIS GIFSET?#IS HE NOT REPRESSED ENOUGH FOR YOU?????#HE SPENDS THE WHOLE MOVIE DISGUSTED THAT HE’S ACCIDENTALLY CAUGHT FEELINGS#HE THRIVES ON HAVING TOUCHED HER HAND TO HAND FOR LIKE A MONTH!??#THEY GAZE AT EACH OTHER DURING CHURCH SERMONS#I’VE NEVER SEEN TWO PEOPLE SO REPRESSED IN MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE#look JANE AUSTEN HERSELF would SWOON watching this movie#she would skype that dude she got engaged to for one night and ask him to roleplay reenact this hand flex with her#kinkshame the austen

[cilly-murphy]

“You said it once before, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we? We’re with you whatever happens.”

[eliaamartell]

and when you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back… why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright.

[ryanreynoldssource]

[meraofxebel]

                                                           My past is my own

[sentrysvoid]

This will begin to make things right.

[anakinslywalker]

skywalkers in ponchos! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[haticesultanas]

asoiaf meme (minor characters): 1/7 houses ~ house mallister

The banner in the hand of the foremost rider hung sodden and limp, but the guardsmen wore indigo cloaks and on their shoulders flew the silver eagle of Seagard. “Mallisters,” Ser Rodrik whispered to her, as if she had not known. “My lady, best pull up your hood.”

Catelyn made no move. Lord Jason Mallister himself rode with them, surrounded by his knights, his son Patrek by his side and their squires close behind. They were riding for King’s Landing and the Hand’s tourney, she knew. For the past week, the travelers had been thick as flies upon the kingsroad; knights and freeriders, singers with their harps and drums, heavy wagons laden with hops or corn or casks of honey, traders and craftsmen and whores, and all of them moving south.