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the countdown to ts7 has begun

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Favorite asoiaf characters: Jon Snow

“He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life - however long that might be - he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name.”

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Selena Gomez dragging Snapchat filters on her Instagram Story | March 5th, 2019

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april twenty-six

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thank you emily💞💞💞

hey taylor!!! 💗💗

I have some super amazing people that deserve a follow from you and I just wanted to share them with you!! (ps I might be adding more later on)

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abigail - @walkingthroughabunchofrainstorms

hannah - @dancingdelicately

kat- @tookapxlaroidofus

dario - @wearhisinitials

mri - @bbyjustsayhiss

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When the love of your life comes back from the dead (3x12/5x16)

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Sorry to my unknown lover, sorry I could be so blind. Didn’t mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind.

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“I’m not adorable, I’m an awkward turtle.”  - Happy 27th Birthday, Dylan! (August 26, 1991)

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tv meme [3/20] romantic ships: allison/scott (teen wolf) ↳ his username is allison? his password is also allison?

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We moved back here right after I was born. The Prodigal Sons. That’s what he used to call us.

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I’m hip, I swear!

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“For a moment Anne’s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Then the veil dropped again; but the Anne who walked up the dark lane was not quite the same Anne who had driven gaily down it the evening before.” - Anne of Avonlea - XXX - A Wedding at the Stone House