(via kinfauns)
(via borris)
(Source: psychedelics, via thestavemeister)
(via witchsauce)
The point slashed just beneath his eyes, and he felt its cold hard touch and then a blaze of pain. His head spun around as if he’d been slapped. […] Finally he rolled over the side and lay breathless and exhausted, flat on his back. Balls of green and orange flame crackled overhead, leaving streaks between the stars. He had a moment to think how pretty it was before Ser Mandon blocked out the view. The knight was a white steel shadow, his eyes shining darkly behind his helm. Tyrion had no more strength than a rag doll. Ser Mandon put the point of his sword to the hollow of his throat and curled both hands around the hilt. […] “Be still, my lord, you’re hurt bad.” A boy’s voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.
(via killingbambi)
(via cassette-player)
(via fuckyeahdementia)
(Source: thegreatstones, via kinfauns)
(Source: laura-palmer-is-dead)
(Source: laura-palmer-is-dead)
