leave her soul alone.

Halcyon is like a bird that basically during the winter, it would lay its eggs by the sea and bring calm to the stormy waters.

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2 days ago · 420 notes · originally littldreams

diamond-dcgs:

*dr who theme*

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2 days ago · 577 notes · originally memitims

SANSA APPRECIATION WEEK: favourite relationship → Sansa and The Hound

"Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different."

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2 days ago · 426 notes · originally seerspirit

jardindesfees:

One was a book thiefThe other stole the sky

jardindesfees:

One was a book thief
The other stole the sky

2 weeks ago · 8 notes · originally jardindesfees

peremadeleine:

knowing you by heart [my favorite fictional fathers & daughters]↪ Hans Hubermann and Liesel Meminger, The Book Thief

Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room, to soothe her, to love her.
He came in every night and sat with her. The first couple of times, he simply stayed—a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered, “Shhh, I’m here, it’s all right.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute force of the man’s gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would appear midscream, and he would not leave.
Hans Hubermann sat sleepy-eyed on the bed and Liesel would cry into his sleeves and breathe him in. Every morning, just after two o’clock, she would fall asleep again to the smell of him. It was a mixture of dead cigarettes, decades of paint, and human skin. At first, she sucked it all in, then breathed it, until she drifted back down. Each morning, he was a few feet away from her, crumpled, almost halved, in the chair. … Liesel would climb out and kiss his cheek and he would wake up and smile.

peremadeleine:

knowing you by heart [my favorite fictional fathers & daughters]
↪ Hans Hubermann and Liesel Meminger, The Book Thief

Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room, to soothe her, to love her.

He came in every night and sat with her. The first couple of times, he simply stayed—a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered, “Shhh, I’m here, it’s all right.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute force of the man’s gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would appear midscream, and he would not leave.

Hans Hubermann sat sleepy-eyed on the bed and Liesel would cry into his sleeves and breathe him in. Every morning, just after two o’clock, she would fall asleep again to the smell of him. It was a mixture of dead cigarettes, decades of paint, and human skin. At first, she sucked it all in, then breathed it, until she drifted back down. Each morning, he was a few feet away from her, crumpled, almost halved, in the chair. … Liesel would climb out and kiss his cheek and he would wake up and smile.

One small fact: you are going to die. Despite every effort, no one lives forever. Sorry to be such a spoiler. My advice is when the time comes, don’t panic. It doesn’t seem to help.

beautifuldreams-blog:

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.” 

[The Book Thief]

2 weeks ago · 131 notes · originally daggerquill

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