(Source: docters)

Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, the city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

(Source: tonymystark)

chacecrawfords:

I got dark only to shine

theverylastofhiskind:

Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairytale.

(Source: ladysong)

ameliapondthehistoryqueen:

“My poor sweet Sansa… why would anyone do this to her?”

(Source: daeneryus)

“The world need poetry now more than ever. It’s the only thing that can keep music from copying itself and sounding the same.”

(Source: lanadelgifs)

“Poor Katherine Howard… she lies in the cold ground next to me, poor child. It was not her fault either.”

(Source: gingey-)

(Source: sandandglass)

“When I have children, I’ll let them be free - and they’ll grow strong and tall.”

(Source: celiakeenan)

(Source: robert-downey-stark)

3.06 the climb. 
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder.

(Source: meerareed)