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Lindsey. 28. Go where you breathe free.

[evilmanhater]

i. gustav vigeland eros and psyche / auguste rodin ii. triton and nereid, iii. the kiss, vi. eternal idol / iv. miklós ligeti / v. stephen sinding the mennesker

[veurona]

— Virginia Woolf

[megryan]

                                                back when we were beautiful                                                  before the world got small                                                     before we knew it all

[hughjackmn]

Quentin Tarantino | Filmography

for the bae @lehdzeppelin

[thronescentral]

game of thrones cast: maisie williams “I want to [act] the rest of my life, but I don’t want paparazzi everywhere. I don’t want to take a private jet everywhere. People don’t just do that because they’ve got the money, but because they’re sitting in airport lounges and literally doing photo after photo. And I don’t want to be an asshole to anyone. If I watched somebody on television every week and I met them and they were an asshole to me, it would break my heart. But it is an overwhelming life. ”

[sxpositive]

we could have been killed, or worse…expelled

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Rose crush | willow_and_bear

[marvelladiesdaily]

#mood

[wildspringday]

via hometownflowerco

[praetorsreyna]

— my tears ricochet by taylor swift (folklore, 2020)

[ncutii-gatwa]

BILLIE PIPER Evening Standard Magazine — April 30, 2021 Photographed by Theresa Marx

[y-ennefers]

[daenerya]

Let’s face it, you’re a girl. Your mother was right about one thing. We’re just vessels. And even when we’re told we’re special, as I was, as you would’ve been, we’re still just vessels… for them to take, and take… until we’re empty… and alone.

[snowhitesarchive]

movie gallery: hidden figures

“every time we get a chance to get ahead they move the finish line.”

[levixlumine]

Peaky Blinders 5.05

[fat-walda]

Lady Stoneheart lowered her hood and unwound the grey wool scarf from her face. Her hair was dry and brittle, white as bone. Her brow was mottled green and grey, spotted with the brown blooms of decay. The flesh of her face clung in ragged strips from her eyes down to her jaw. Some of the rips were crusted with dried blood, but others gaped open to reveal the skull beneath. Her face, Brienne thought. Her face was so strong and handsome, her skin so smooth and soft. “Lady Catelyn?” Tears filled her eyes. “They said… they said that you were dead.”    

[villanalle-deactivated20231021]

Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.