Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 2)  + 2011, dir. David Yates 

 People die everyday! Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. He’s still with us, in here. So’s Fred, Remus, Tonks, all of them. They didn’t die in vain. But you will! Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us, for all of us. It’s not over!

TV Shows: 
Game of Thrones

→ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.


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“You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot.” — Hillary Clinton  (via neonchills)


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Toby and Adelaide leaving for SDCC

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands…

Vikings meme // Five quotes

"Just stories. All things begin and end as stories."


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wanderingweasleys:

shardwick:

Fun at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

#ActualSiblings


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akarnigo:

“All my life, I’ve been scared of men standing over me. I supposed my first stand over man was my father, but he vanished before I could remember him. For some reason, when I was a boy, I liked to fight. A lot of the time, I lost. Another boy, sometimes with blood falling from his nose, would be standing over me. Many years later, I needed to hide. I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up. But I was lucky. It was always my friend. When I was hiding, I dreamed of a certain man. The hardest was when I traveled to find him. Out of sheer luck and many foot steps, I made it. I slept there for a long time. Three days, they told me… And what did I find when I woke up? Not a man, but someone else, standing over me. As time passed by, the girl and I realized we had things in common. But there is one strange thing. The girl said I look like something else. Now I live in a basement. Bad dreams still live in my sleep. One night, after my usual nightmare, a shadow stood above me. She said, “Tell me what you dream of.” So I did. In return, she explained what her own dreams were made of. Now I think we are friends, this girl and me. On her birthday, it was she who have a gift - to me. It makes me understand that the best standover man I’ve ever known is not a man at all… —Max Vandenburg, The Standover Man

i just have voices in my head.