Gendry for King

Though were you to throw caution to the winds and join me in the bath, then, as gallantry is my constant watchword, I would of course take the tap end.


Captain Miles, The Crimson Field.

Probably the best line of the series so far.

(via shamereally)



Jesus Christ, my love for Captain Tom Gillan is out of control.

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

- there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis) -


Rundies. Running Underwear for the days of the week. So brilliant. 


ok it’s pretty cute that my dog follows me around everywhere but sometimes it’s a bit annoying like CAN YOU NOT I AM OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO POOP HERE


So many people make a name now-a-days, that it is more distinguished to remain in obscurity.

— Thomas Hardy, A Pair of Blue Eyes, (Henry Knight to Eldride)






 “Pooh and his friends were given as gifts by author A. A. Milne to his son Christopher Robin Milne between 1920 and 1922. Pooh was purchased in London at Harrods for Christopher’s first birthday. Christopher later gave them to publisher E. P. Dutton, who in turn donated them to the New York Public Library.”

Oh my god. Oh my god.

This is them, guys. This is them. Got chills.

this makes me want to cry

Has Eeyore still got his tail?