A fountain of burning jade rose from the river, the blast so bright he had to shield his eyes. Plumes of fire thirty and forty feet high danced upon the waters, crackling and hissing. For a few moments they washed out the screams. There were hundreds in the water, drowning or burning or doing a little of both. Do you hear them shrieking, Stannis? Do you see them burning?  This is your work as much as mine.





SO TODAY I ALMOST DIED 

therealcillianmurphy:

buenastardis:

I SHOWED MY COUSIN THAT HORRIBLE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE MOVIE IN TIME WHERE CILLIAN MURPHY PLAYED THE VILLAIN AND WHERE THE PICTURE IN THIS NIGHTMARE CAME FROM. SHE HAD SEEN THE TUMBLR POST AND WHILE I WAS SLEEPING SHE MANAGED TO DO THIS TO MY PLACE:

MY BEDROOM PHOTOS:

THE BATHROOM MIRROR:

DOWN THE HALLWAY:

MY FUCKING BREAKFAST JESUS H CHRSIT:

DO YOU KNOW

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO WAKE UP TO ONE OF YOUR NIGHTMARES

I BET YOU DON’T SO SHUT UP

c r y i n g



also check out this cat





communistsextips:

Instead of rose petals on the bed sheets just sprinkle the blood of the bourgeois. 





It’s a sad day when even children are mocking you.

It’s a sad day when even children are mocking you.





THEME BY LAEVERDEENS