‘When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.’ Sansa’s not dead, so she must be winning. God knows I’ll raise a glass to that, and wait patiently for the courteous and well-dressed hellfire she will eventually rain down upon all those who have wronged her.

E.M. Freeburg, Femslash Friday: A Lady and Her Knight (via frankensttark)

#this is literally how i feel about the entire series #i want it to end with sansa smiling demurely over the ashes before daintily lifting her hem and stepping over the remains of her enemies #i want her to have to bite her lip when they perish #because it is uncharitable to laugh and sansa is nothing if not a lady #but she cant help it and she cackles as they beg for mercy #then she sits in her solar and does some exquisite needlepoint and lives happily ever after 

(via dornishs)

A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

from Republic of Thieves, by Scott Lynch (via makingupachangingmind)

When you start to say to yourself, ‘I’m a failure. I can’t do it. I always get it wrong,’ then also say to yourself, ‘That’s bullshit.’

Pema Chödrön, The Fearless Heart (via yoga9vipassana)

Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?

Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?

How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”

Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”

Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?

I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them.

The Conversation You Must Have With Your Sons | Carina Kolodny (via dinkweed)

I think the big mistake in schools is trying to teach children anything, and by using fear as the basic motivation. Fear of getting failing grades, fear of not staying with your class, etc. Interest can produce learning on a scale compared to fear as a nuclear explosion to a firecracker.

Stanley Kubrick (via sendinthebasterds)

I am not Atlas. I will not bear your wrongs.

g.louise.s. (stories in ten words or less)

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince  (via graceespooks)

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

Devil In Winter, by Lisa Kleypas  (via necrophag)

People will love you, people will hate you, and none of it will have anything to do with you.

Abraham Hicks

so now you’re about to turn twenty and the world hasn’t gotten any bigger for you. you’re untouched, unloved, unprepared. your parents still pay for your gas. your friends all have internships. one of them even got cast to be in a movie. you’ve got all this talent that you don’t know how to share. you just want to fuck someone, anyone, to feel a little less like an island. the man at the McDonald’s drive-thru held both sides of your hand when he handed you your change and you cried the entire way home. skin burns. you’re about to turn twenty and you feel like you’re fifteen. you sleep for fourteen hours and still need a nap. the world is shrinking one empty heartache at a time.
you’re scared you’ll never find anyone to love you, not even well. you’ll settle for anything.
don’t.
you’re about to turn twenty and they never remind you how young that is. falling in love does not make you grow up, heartbreak does, and there is more than one way to fall apart.
you’re about to turn twenty and it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay.

turning 20 | Caitlyn S.   (via 33113)