Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone, ‘you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be.

D o n ’ t   b e   a l o n e ,    D o c t o r. 



We have a new queen. Better her than you.


The king is dead, long live the king!



"I never understood what Jaime saw in you, apart from his own reflection.”





alayneestone:

There are no men like me. There’s only me.

make me choose asked: Jaime Lannister or Arya Stark



Highest grossing franchise in domestic history. 



He’s gone. Our king is gone.


rustyryan11:

Brad Pitt in 1994



39 & 40 of 50 pictures of: emilia clarke



droqo:

Game Of Thrones Character Per Episode:
↳ Ramsay Snow (4x02, The Lion and the Rose)





Look for me beneath the tree.



“Gnossienne” — n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via cyberwave)