(Source: thetox, via 30casterlyrock)
7647 
macbook pro?? no no i use a macbook bro. *chest bumps everyone in the room*
(via beyoncebeytwice)
I’m so sick OMG I just want it to go away I hate my mom for making me sick
The leech was twisting in the king’s grip, trying to attach itself to one of his fingers.
(Source: brienneoftarth, via captainoftheblackwind)
this is my love letter to azlyrics for not being annoying as fuck like other lyric websites
(via neurocyte)
“hey dad, what does your tattoo mean?” *chuckles* “this old thing? it’s an old japanese proverb; it translates to ‘shinji get in the fucking robot’”
(via magicconchshell)
He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream.
Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.”
(via aegontargaryen)
why the fuck cant we text the police
lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you
(via denaerys)
She was mortified. It was not supposed to be this way. She had dreamed of her wedding a thousand times, and always she had pictured how her betrothed would stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.
(via margaerygraham)
