margraery:

But the air was never sweet enough
Oh, the air was never sweet.

"Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy, and I would follow, even in death."

teenagelobatomy:

mármol

por Juan Pablo Tavera

deadsymmetry:

barefoot | 2013 | 60 x 80 cm | by Karien Deroo | oil on canvas

nevver:

She comes in colors, Shae DeTar

I’m a quasi-only child. With my brother and sister, I’ve more of a tendency to be semi-maternal. So, yes, I spent a lot of time talking to myself - I had this big dressing-up box and would just dress up as lots of characters and talk back to myself… Verging on schizophrenia, I suppose, if you analyse it carefully.

ball-of-wool:

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