wednesdaydreams:

My ears hear what others cannot hear. Small, faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are a fruits of a lifetime of longing. Longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, i am not formed by things that are of myself alone.

Stoker (2013), Park Chan Wook

thegetty:

Interesting to see just how bright the reds and how delicate the blues are in Van Gogh’s Irises (1889).

P.S. Hope this completes your life, Fairywine!

katie-kapulet:

luciawestwick:

Tom Hiddleston on his favorite childhood books.

he probably got all the mindless, childish books out of the way in the womb, so when he got out, he could jump right into things like the great gatsby

“This is a king as we have never seen before in England: this is a man whom the people will love on sight. And his eyes are fixed on my face as if I know a secret that he has to have, as if we have known each other forever, and I can feel my cheeks are burning but I cannot look away from him.
A modest woman looks down in this world, keeps her eyes on her slippers; a supplicant bows low and stretches out a pleading hand. But I stand tall, I am aghast at myself, staring like an ignorant peasant, and find I cannot take my eyes from his, from his smiling mouth, from his gaze, which is burning on my face.” - Philippa Gregory, The White Queen.

Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air, and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.

faramircaptainofgondor:

{ favourite asoiaf characters }
→ oberyn martell

I am the sun. All beasts bow to the sun.

You are well born, and the Starks of Winterfell were always proud, but Winterfell has fallen and you are really just a beggar now, so put that pride aside.

A dragon is not a slave.

HW