All of us.
get to know me meme: [3/5] shows » game of thrones
Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness.
you’re walking in the woods
there is no one around
and your phone is dead
out of the corner of your eye you spot him
It cracks me up when the actors on a show are also the producers because I always picture them casting themselves like
"Who’ll play the main character? Ah yes. Me."
most private thing im willing to admit: im not good at estimating how much pasta is enough for one person
there’s a tool for that
I’m sorry, does that scale progress from a child to a HORSE?
honestly i can’t understand people that don’t like autumn
- cute trenchcoats
- pumpkins everywhere
- leaves falling onto the ground like your favorite bbc characters
- latte and hot chocolate five times a day
- no sweat during the day
- chilly mornings
i mean what is not to love
"The other ships will still be looking to us, to the
Black Pearl, to lead, and what will they see?
Frightened bilgerats aboard a derelict ship?
No, no they will see free men and freedom! And
what the enemy will see, they will see the flash of
our cannons, and they will hear the ringing of our
swords, and they will know what we can do! By the
sweat of our brow and the strength of our backs
and the courage in our hearts! Gentlemen,
hoist the colors!"
"Otters have a skin flap that forms a pocket so they can keep their favorite rock with them. They use this rock to break open mollusks when eating. Some otters go their entire lives carrying the same rock!” source
POTC MEME: [1/1 Movie] » Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End
Still thinking of running, Jack? Still think you can outrun the world? See, the problem with being the last of anything, by and by and there be none left at all.
"We had to throw rocks. I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn’t want her anymore. There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling, and Jory said the woods were full of game, so she’d have deer to hunt. Only she kept following and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice. She whined and looked at me and I felt so ‘shamed, but it was right, wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her."