the iron underneath

[requested by meant-to-be-waiting-for-me]

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

[I came to understand] a lot about how my privilege allowed me to not have to learn about white privilege. I didn’t know about it as a kid, and that is privilege itself, you know? And that’s something that I’m still trying to educate myself on every day. How can I see where people are coming from, and understand the pain that comes with the history of our world?”

You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.

Then like my family motto, I am the most happy.

She is outsmarting the smartest of us, and for that, she deserves to do or kill whoever the hell she wants. I mean, if she’s not killing me, then, frankly, it’s not my job to care anymore.

“My name is Lucas Scott. I’m a senior at Tree Hill High School. I play basketball… at least I used to. I have a girlfriend… at least I used to. And I have a best friend. Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it’s a lot like your world, maybe it’s nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you.”

 ↳ You forget your life after a while… the life you had before. Things you cherish and hold dear are like pearls on a string. Cut the knot, they scatter across the floor, rolling into dark corners, never to be found again. So you move on. And eventually you forget what the pearls even looked like. Or at least you try.

“I feel a shaking of the ground I stand on. That everything I believe in will be tested and held up for ridicule over the next few years.”

“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”

Emily Vancamp in Revenge

Every Blair Waldorf outfit: 3x02

↳ Grey’s Anatomy ↬ 14x06— “Come on down to my boat, baby!”

Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen in GAME OF THRONES | 1x01 - Winter Is Coming

Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.