willgrahaham:

Hannibal meme: designs (2/5)

willgrahaham:

Hannibal meme: designs (2/5)

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selfhelpbook:

irritable-belle-syndrome:

If a report of mugging was treated like a report of rape.
Word indeed.

WORD

selfhelpbook:

irritable-belle-syndrome:

If a report of mugging was treated like a report of rape.

Word indeed.

WORD

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I swear by my pretty floral bonnet I will end you. — Jean Prouvaire, Book IV (via incorrectlesmisquotes)

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tin-pan-ali:

George Takei’s facebook is actually the sweetest, most inspirational things ever. [X]

tin-pan-ali:

George Takei’s facebook is actually the sweetest, most inspirational things ever. [X]

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We all have that one mutual follower we try to impress with every post.

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henrybranwelll:

annielovesmjxx:

#your sass is showing ten

your nine is showing ten

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amberbydreams:

quirkilicious:

talikira:

wholmesianmisfit:

Who remembers

Motherfucking Scholastic

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Book

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Orders

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And then the magical traveling circus of scholastic would randomly show up

at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR

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I seriously miss the book fair.

Wait, you mean these don’t exist anymore?

MOTHERFUCKINGTHESE

(via vakarianshadow)

I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also people that can make me smile.  Abbey Lee Kershaw  (via galaxygypsy)

(via child-of-the-universe)

"I'm tough, I'm ambitious, and I know exactly what I want.
If that makes me a bitch, okay."

(via sehnsuchttraum)

teppelin:

i’m a person who often wants physical affection but is also very uncomfortable and particular about physical contact

(via child-of-the-universe)

“A yellow rose with red petal tips could indicate that you are falling into love from friendship or a plain indication of falling in love with the person you are presenting them to.”

(via goddessofcheese)

Cersei paced her cell, restless as the caged lions that had lived in the bowels of Casterly Rock when she was a girl, a legacy of her grandfather’s time. She and Jaime used to dare each other to climb into their cage, and once she worked up enough courage to slip her hand between two bars and touch one of the great tawny beasts. She was always bolder than her brother. The lion had turned his head to stare at her with huge golden eyes. Then he licked her fingers. His tongue was as rough as a rasp, but even so she would not pull her hand back, not until Jaime took her by the shoulders and yanked her away from the cage.

“Your turn,” she told him afterward. “Pull his mane, I dare you.” He never did. I should have had the sword, not him.
— Cersei Lannister, ADWD (via theonstan)

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