Life is a promise, keep it.

Light of my life.

This is what I woke up to. [banner reads: [we’re] out of love for our children] and [we’re a million, we’re here to defend our children]

A million (yes, ONE MILLION) Italian Catholics flooded Rome’s main square to protest against gay civil unions.

Like, we’re not even talking about marriage (the mere idea is million light years away rn) we’re talking CIVIL PARTNERSHIPS here. one million shitty Italians decided that this is the battle they wanna pick. After mere weeks ago Hyper-Catholic Ireland overwhelmingly voted to allow gay MARRIAGE.

and we’re here discussing civil partnerships. not even insurance or things like that. just the right to visit a partner in a hospital, or to not get kicked out of the house if a partner passes and the house was registered in their name. 

welcome to fucking Italy :(

It came to her suddenly that she had stood in this very spot before, on the day Lord Eddard Stark had lost his head. That was not supposed to happen. Joff was supposed to spare his life and send him to the Wall. […] If Joff had only done as he was told, Winterfell would never have gone to war, and Father would have dealt with Robert’s brothers. 

 Instead Joff had commanded that Stark’s head be struck off, and Lord Slynt and Ser Ilyn Payne had hastened to obey. It was just there, the queen recalled, gazing at the spot. Janos Slynt had lifted Ned Stark’s head by the hair as his life’s blood flowed down the steps, and after that there was no turning back.