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"Galladon drowned when I was four and he was eight, though, and Alysanne and Arianne died still in the cradle. I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter." (A Feast for Crows, Brienne VI)

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At night.

Carl Larsson, from Singoalla, by Viktor Rydberg, Stockholm, 1894.

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Title: I'm So Tired Artist: Fugazi 23,583 plays

This time, lost my own return
In spite of everything I’ve learned
I hid my tracks, spit out all my air
Slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares

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alyssaaraee:

EVERYONE STOP AND REALIZE!! THIS IS A BABY FOX!!!

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Title: Grow Worms Artist: Comadre 165 plays

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COMADRE-
grow worms.

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kaseyaffleck:

We used to look up to the sky and wonder about our place in the stars
                                          Now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.

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charlavail:

Foggy drive to Loveland Pass

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justinmullet:

Stars over Freeman Lake, Idaho // 

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But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via larmoyante)

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audrazombie:

"God only knows when your word isn’t pure, and the blood on your hands isn’t yours. I won’t believe any word that you tell, and I won’t drink the blood if is spills."