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nicolezai:

Please

last week, i walked through the part of the city i loved when i still loved you, our old haunts. you know, even the ghosts have moved on.
— warsan shire, ‘what did we even talk about?’    (via lipstick-bullet)

plizm:

untitled by ∑ream on Flickr.

In the end, war does not care what your name is; it hurts without discrimination.

stormbornvalkyrie:

 ”I am not your little princess. I am Daenerys Stormborn of the blood of old Valyria and I will take what is mine, with fire and blood.”

miki-blog:

Restriction

(Restriction on Behance)