❊ THE MATCH GIRL
In the dark the dead are dancing
Lilibeth, 23, Russia.
Potterhead, Ringer, Little Bird, Merliknight, Fannibal and Sherlockian. 
{NOT A SPOILER FREE BLOG}
The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother; Lily’s. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

I arrived here a King’s Hand, riding through the gates at the head of my own sworn men, Tyrion reflected, and I leave like a rat scuttling through the dark, holding hands with a spider.

↳Hᴏɴɴɪɴɢʙʀᴇᴡ Mᴇᴀᴅᴇʀʏ / ᴡʜɪᴛᴇʀᴜɴ

urbancatfitters:

everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment

deathbellflowers:

The Rift.

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ships that made me who i am today
Clint and Natasha (The Avengers)
          ↳”You and I remember Budapest very differently.”