Hannibal: How would killing me make you feel?
I don’t know, so much of women’s femininity is tied up with their hair.
Lord of the Rings Reread: Fog On The Barrow-downsThe hobbits did not understand his words, but as he spoke they had a vision as it were of a great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow.
If I ever get married I’m insisting that The Rains of Castamere be played during the reception just so I can sit back and watch the panic creep onto my guests faces
there and back again was such a nice, almost poetic title, hopeful in a certain way and it always felt like coming full circle, whereas bofta just sounds really crude
scott as the nogitsune [x]
you really have to learn not to trust a fox
For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don’t live in the woods by myself by the time I’m 25, I have failed. […] I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I’m a lunatic. I sing, I dance. I do crazy shit.