MOVED TO LADYOFTARGARYEN @winchestt - Tumblr Blog

Hello, so I know I haven't been on this blog recently, (and I'm sorry for that), but I've decided to move to another blog. Reason(s) below the cut.

I wanted a personal blog where I can post things that doesn't strictly have to be all about a certain fandom. And to be honest having a new blog feels refreshing. There isn't any calling each other out because of a certain ship, or just any hate in general. (However, I do post some fandom graphics/gifs on my new blog), but like I said, it's mostly personal. Aka anything to interest. I am keeping this blog (for gifs/graphics purposes) and no, I am not giving away the URL or any others that I have saved. You can unfollow or keep following this blog, it's your choice. If you want to keep in touch with me just click here. (and if you want to follow my new blog, you can. Like I said, it's your choice. No hard feelings.) Thank you for taking the time to read this. :)

insurggent

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i think he is my favourite person

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I’m the one.

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#otp: I'll watch over you #Supernatural

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winchestt

“i was still in pigtails when my dad died, but i remember him coming home from a hunt. he’d burst through that door like…like steve mcqueen or something. and he’d sweep me up in his arms, and i’d breathe in that old leather jacket of his. and my mom—who was sour and pissed from the minute he left—she started smiling again. and we were a family. you wanna know why i want to do the job? for him. it’s my way of being close to him. now, tell me what’s wrong with that.” jo harvelle appreciation - 2.06 (no exit)

#Jo Harvelle #Supernatural

omg so I saw Catching Fire and it was amazing!

I'm so gonna read the books!!! I can't believe I took this long to get into the series but I did. and mother of god fINNICK ODAIR MORE LIKE FINNICK ODAMN LETS BE HONEST

amirtie or amirtie

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#Kevin Tran #Supernatural

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weltenwellen

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Anna Peters (via rauchwolken)

#quotes