the shadows come to dance my lord

the shadows come to dance my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord. the shadows come to stay my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord.

Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
—Brontë, Charlotte. Jane Eyre.

Elizabeth Taylor and James Dean on the set of Giant in 1955.

Actresses are so spoilt - we have someone who does our hair for us on set, so we don’t know how to do it ourselves in real life. I know how to wash my hair and brush my teeth, but that’s about it!

fakjumather:

standwithpalestine:

Israel is about to unleash hell on the civilians of Gaza again, as if the last few weeks weren’t enough, or since the creation of the state of Israel. They killed 1,400 Palestinians in their last ground invasion of the besieged coastal enclave - between December 2008 to January 2009 - 300 of whom were children.

They bombed schools, used white phosphorus which is banned and shot at people waving white flags.

Make no mistake, Israel’s aim is to cleanse neighbourhoods - those are the words of an ex-Israeli soldier who took part in the assault. They went in and shot anything and everything that moved and they’re going to do it again.

Genocide is happening all over again while the international community shamelessly stand by, again, siding with the aggressor.

I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.

Sufjan Stevens on kissing 

nevver:

Trinity - July 16th, 1945

feyuca:

the red viper of Dorne

my dornish hottie (・∀・ )

When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see everything that made me lying around in invisible pieces. When I look too hard, it goes away. And when it all goes quiet, I see they are right here. I see that I’m a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right. When I die, the scientists of the future, they’re gonna find it all. They gonna know, once there was a Hushpuppy, and she live with her daddy in the Bathtub.

t.