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rascunho:

Os fãs de Game of Thrones reconhecerão o cântico The rains of castamere das páginas da saga épica escrita por George R.R. Martin. Os The National criaram uma versão do tema, que aparecerá num dos próximos episódios da adaptação televisiva da obra e que já pode ser ouvido online. 

sad-disco:

by Adam Juresko

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dannieflou:

Tanto tenho aprendido e não sei nada. 
E as torres de marfim que construí 
Em trágica loucura as destruí 
Por minhas próprias mãos de malfadada! 

whatwouldkhaleesiwear:

What Would Khaleesi Wear?
A moon necklace to remember that she was once called Moon of My Life

advancedfootwork:

Wicked track.

my jaaam

yasminacreates:

in vibrant isolation by ~limbo-

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One thing you have to admire about Sims

resinfiend:

pibsims:

No prejudice at all on their part.

No Sim hates another because of weight. Or height. Or physical appearance. Or clothes. Ever.

No Sim hates a couple if they happen to be of different colours. Nor does anyone hate gay/lesbian relationships. Or straight. 

We may put such things in our stories because in our world, such isn’t true. But the Sims themselves just don’t have that reaction.

But god FUCKING FORBID dat bitch steals a garden gnome, she is on the shit list FOREVER

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What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.

Paul Auster, The Book of Illusions (via lonelytranquility)

so i finished reading this book yesterday. the beginning was a bit boring, but nonetheless necessary for the development of the story. in overall i really enjoyed reading it. the end was sad, even if the main character said he managed to find someone to share his life with. im glad i bought it, definitely going to read it someday again.

liberumbrarum:

Persephone - Greek Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld

Demeter, the goddess of the crops and harvest, and Zeus, the king of the gods, had a daughter, Persephone. One day while Persephone was gathering wild flowers she was abducted by Hades, the god of the underworld where the dead live. Distraught when she cold not find her daughter, Demeter wandered over the face of the earth trying to find out what had happened to her. She came to Eleusis disguised as an old woman, and was taken in by the king and queen to be the nurse for their son. Each night, while the palace slept, she placed the baby prince in the fire. One night the queen peeked and saw what the goddess was doing. Not unnaturally she snatched the baby out of the fire, and had hysterics. The goddess revealed who she really was and informed the queen that if she had not interfered, the baby would have been made immortal, all the mortal parts of him having been burned away. Demeter met Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, who told her that she had heard Persephone calling out one day, and suggested she ask Helios, the Sun, if he had seen what had happened in his daily course across the sky. Helios told Demeter who had abducted her daughter, and Demeter went off to complain to Zeus, who was not only Persephone’s father but Demeter and Hades’ brother. Zeus refused to intervene, so Demeter withdrew from her role as goddess. Without her no crops could grow, and the resulting famine threatened the extinction of the human race. Eventually Zeus said that Hades would have to let Persephone go. When Persephone was reunited with her mother, Demeter asked if she had eaten anything while she was in the underworld. Persephone admitted she had eaten a pomegranate seed. Because of this, she now spends one-third of each year in the underworld as the wife of Hades, and two-thirds of the year with her mother. While Persephone is in the underworld, her mother mourns and refuses to allow crops to grow until she gets her daughter back again.

i was watching a documentary about persephone & hades the other day; i don’t know why, but i really like their story

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O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele
(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)
Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo…

Alberto Caeiro - Meu Olhar É Nítido Como Um Girassol (via montanhamagica)