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A long summer always meant a long winter to come.

"Razors pain yourivers are dampacids stain you; and drugs cause crampGuns aren’t lawfulnooses givegas smells awfulyou might as well live.”

Girl, Interrupted (dir. by James Mangold, 1999)

We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty. These things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra. Martha Stewart. Fuck Martha Stewart. She’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down.

They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.

"At that point he’s terrified of the emotion required to go through this very difficult thing, and he’s not really prepared… I felt that would be his worst nightmare, having to endure something real." — Richard Ayoade.


“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on.”

“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on.”

Rudeness is merely an expression of fear. People fear they won’t get what they want. The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved, and they will open up like a flower

I’m the same plain kind of bird as all the rest, with my common tale of woe.

this is not your revolution, this is my life.


The song of steel on steel woke a hunger in Jon. It reminded him of simpler, warmer days, when he had been a boy at Winterfell matching blades with Robb under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrick Cassel. Ser Rodrik too had fallen, slain by Theon Turncloak and his ironmen as he’d tried to retake Winterfell. The great stronghold of House Stark was a scorched desolation. All my memories are poison. 

The song of steel on steel woke a hunger in Jon. It reminded him of simpler, warmer days, when he had been a boy at Winterfell matching blades with Robb under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrick Cassel. Ser Rodrik too had fallen, slain by Theon Turncloak and his ironmen as he’d tried to retake Winterfell. The great stronghold of House Stark was a scorched desolation. All my memories are poison. 

The Yule Ball is approaching – a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialise with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth-years and above – although you may invite a younger student if you wish

“I do not know which of you I pity most.”
The queen seemed amused by that.
 

The moon light shows us what we really are.