odairannies:

    life’s not fair, is it my little friend? while some are born to feast,
                             others spend their life in the dark, begging for scraps.

margaerys:

I have heard a great deal about you, Fa Mulan. You stole your father’s armour, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonoured the Chinese army, destroyed my palace, and …

colincreevcy:

_{You know what these are? They’re gazebos! They’re bullshit!}

adriansydney:

I really don’t. 

julliettewarner:

Lying is like taking a trip. It’s like having a secret. It’s like touching yourself and no one else knows. Except you.

The Girl on the Train (2016) direct by Tate Taylor.

odairannies:

female awesome meme; 2/5 warrior ladies: arya stark (game of thrones)
“brave men, all of you. butchered a woman, pregnant with a baby. cut the throat of a mother of five. slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. but you didn’t slaughter every one of the starks. no, no, that was your mistake. you should have ripped them all out, root and stem. leave one wolf alive, and the sheep are never safe. when they ask you what happened here, tell them the north remembers. tell them winter came for house frey.”

softcoremo:

Everyone keeps controlling me and no one wants me to kiss anyone.

sebiastans:

I always say that the times in my life when I’ve been happiest are the times when I’ve seen, like, a sunset.

ronesweasley:

There will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.

bluesartgent:

What a strange, shifting person he was. The Gansey who turned to her now was a world away from the lofty boy she’d first met. Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help.
He pulled away. He said, “And now we never speak of it again.”