I never really liked codifying thoughts into the ether. Maybe it’s because I’m an Aquarian; I’m not into making these statements and announcements. I never felt the need to wear things publicly. I like phone calls. I like talking to people, I like being able to hear the cadence of someone’s voice. (x)

Dianna Agron visiting the Fruttare Hangout at Coachella.

my daddy never did get what he wanted, but he had what he needed; he had love. he never lost sight of what was really important, and neither will i!

Finn Jones (of Game of Thrones) on which female celebrity he’d like to come on the show.

framesjanco:

wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness

vaguely threatening Valentine card 

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.

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