“You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful — and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick; but then there’s other people. And you meet them and you think, ‘Not bad, they’re okay,’ and then you get to know them and their face just, sort of… becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it. And they just — they turn into something so beautiful. Rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”
(via that-cool-bow-tie)
ASoIaF Challenge Day 27
Favorite Character(s) Part 4 → Petyr Baelish
“You know what I learned losing that duel? I learned that I’ll never win…not that way. That’s their game. Their rules. I’m not going to fight them. I’m going to fuck them. That’s what I know. That’s what I am. And only by admitting what we are, can we get what we want.”
“What do you want?”
“Oh, everything, my dear. Everything there is.”
DAVID TENNANT BROUGHT THE TORCH DRESSED UP AS THE DOCTOR AND LIT THE FIRE AND THEN THE SMOKE OF THE FIRE TURNED INTO THE DARK MARK AND HE RIPPED OFF HIS CLOTHES AND REVEALED THAT HE IS BARTY CROUCH JR AND THEN A BUNCH OF DEATH EATERS APPEAR AND THEN IN FLIES THE ORDER AND THE DEFEAT THE DEATH EATERS AND LET THE GAMES BEGIN
(via that-cool-bow-tie)
Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.
smh
“Racism isn’t born, folks, it’s taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.” ~Dennis Leary
Goddammit, Tumblr, I need you to stop making me cry at work.
(via shikari-moran)
