fawnvelveteen:

Janice Gruddace in frilly blouse at Royal Ascot in 1968

in the UK, we don’t say “I dislike you” we take people’s ice cream’s out of the freezer to make room for our own on a hot summer’s day and I think that’s horrible

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Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

Empty Silent London by Photographer Corrado Chiozzi Taken on Christmas Day, The Only Day of the Year Where the Capital Is Silent.

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Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

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Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns

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iwilleatyourenglish:

everyone has said and done problematic things in their lifetime. that’s a result of the society we live in, not necessarily a reflection of their character.

what is a reflection of their character is how they react to being informed of the negativity within their behavior and statements, and whether or not they choose to change their behavior.

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thefuuuucomics:

I am laughing so hard
thefuuuucomics:

I am laughing so hard

thefuuuucomics:

I am laughing so hard

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lamamama:

  #possibly everything you need to know about them as a couple #leia is striding about yelling #han is like yes but - kisses
“People feel removed from sexism. “I’m not a sexist, but I’m not a feminist.” They think there’s this fuzzy middle ground. There’s no fuzzy middle ground. You either believe that women are people or you don’t. It’s that simple.”

siriusblaque:

fleur delacour is so important i can’t even put it into words

badass girl whose “most precious” was her sister, who despite what anyone might think of her (cough molly cough ron cough hermione cough) looks past any aesthetic unpleasantries because she is completely and…