Who sits like this when interrogating someone

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Who sits like this when interrogating someone
You and I both know that Ronan and Blue go on coffee dates to smack talk about their boyfriends.
i cant believe ppl still follows me its been like 2 years since i posted anything whats up frens (follow my new blog @slightgods its lit)
YOU ARE A PIPE DREAM
i’ve been crying over andrew and neil for the past 30 years listen if u have been too
Dane DeHaan for Prada
eleventh’s hour is over now the clock is striking twelves
❝She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl. The room was cold and black, though she was warm beneath the blankets. Dawn had not yet come. Sometimes she dreamed of Ser Ilyn Payne and woke with her heart thumping, but this dream had not been like that. Home. It was a dream of home. The Eyrie was no home.❞
Natalie Dormer for Glamour US, June 2014
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The Northern girl. Winterfell’s daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterwards changed into a wolf with the big leather wings of a bat, and flew out the tower window.
i used to dream of adventure when i was younger, with lungs miniature. good night with killing our brain cells; is this called living or something else.
so what do you say? all of time and space right outside those doors.