“He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.”

(Source: roobbstark)

capitalistpropaganda:

listen, son. if there was really a monster in your closet this would be a huge new discovery. honestly you getting mauled would be pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things if you think about it

(Source: walmarts)

gohomemccall:

my dad is a senior software engineer at Google
this is his work laptop

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he takes it to company meetings

I’ve been told he has received many compliments

(Source: nbhcannibal)

The whole way from Dorne, all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye. The privates of both a girl and a boy.

When we met your sister she promised she would show you to us. Everyday we would ask. Every day she would say, “Soon.”

Then, she and your brother took us to your nursery, and… she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large, your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny, pink cock. We didn’t try to hide our disappointment.

(Source: tywins)

sorry:

When I said that I cleaned my room, I just meant that I threw everything that was visible into somewhere that wasn’t visible

fluffixation:

pile-of-fail:

ivyinspace:

The perfect cuddling couch.

That is not a couch. That is a nest, and I want one.

My idea of household heaven right here.

fluffixation:

pile-of-fail:

ivyinspace:

The perfect cuddling couch.

That is not a couch. That is a nest, and I want one.

My idea of household heaven right here.