a hard rain
Julie. 23. Everything I post here made me smile. I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
But let’s do a head count here: your brother the demi-god; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; and couple of master assassins.
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love this guy.

Catherine Deneuve in Manon 70, 1969
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Gods be good, why would any man want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… swore to myself… that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?
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best part of moving to this west coast? being able to see this girl again.

But you and Leslie like to hold hands and jump off of cliffs together, into the great unknown. You two have a good relationship, I don’t personally know what that’s like, but I’m given to understand that it means you’re gonna land on your feet.
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“He’s me, Jaime realized suddenly. I am speaking to myself, as I was, all cocksure arrogance and empty chivalry. This is what it does to you, to be too good too young.”
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Francis Alÿs
The Nightwatch
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
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Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh in their theatre production of Romeo and Juliet (1940)
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Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
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![«Know the men who follow you,» she heard [Ned] tell Robb once, «and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.»](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3pyigQlN71qa02dro1_500.png)
«Know the men who follow you,» she heard [Ned] tell Robb once, «and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.»
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