so i’m finishing masters of sex, the first season, when i finally find the post-WWII woman of my life (1.11), the one with the brown dress and the most beautiful face in mos so far *~so in love~*
this blog is undergoing some changes.
they might include an unfollower spree.
Downton Abbey - Emmy nominations main cast // 2014
No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.
Lyanna died in a room that smelled of blood and roses. A fever had taken her strength. Her voice had been faint as a whisper. There was fear in her eyes, while she called for Ned to promise her something. When her brother gave his word, the fear went out of her eyes. She smiled, and her fingers clutched his own in a tight grip. They were still holding each other as she gave up her hold on life. Rose petals slipped from her palm, dead and black.
It’s like this: you wake and watch TV, get in your car and listen to the radio you go to your little jobs or little school, but you don’t hear about that on the 6 o’clock news, why? ‘Cause nothing is really happening, and you go home and watch some more TV and maybe it’s a fun night and you go out and watch a movie. I mean it’s got so bad that half the people on TV, inside the TV, they’re watching TV. What are these people watching, people like me?
We Need to Talk About Kevin (dir. Lynne Ramsay)
We don’t touch…well, not directly. Prophylactically, yes.