Metropolitan Cathedral, Buenos Aires

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via mrjoaquinphoenix)

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Apart from your own character who do you love? Do you have a favorite?
My favorite is probably Jaime Lannister, because he’s like…You just don’t know what he’s gonna do and he’s so…he’s so complex, like, I love him, I think he’s brilliant. And Nikolaj plays him so well.

exhistur:

I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people. 

No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved, you know? For a little bit. I feel like the maid. “I just cleaned up this mess. Can we keep it clean for ten minutes?”

REWATCHING COMMUNITY BECAUSE WHY NOT, RIGHT?
S02E09: Conspiracy Theories and Interior Design

rnessage:

be nice to people because the world is a shitty place and we all need a little help sometimes

1.06/1.09/1.25

boxfullofcats:

Can you imagine though, anytime someone gets sick or injured Killian gets them jell-o?

Emma gets the sniffles? Jell-o. Henry sprains his ankle playing soccer? Jell-o. Snow has her baby? Jell-o.

And no one has the heart to tell him that it does not possess any medicinal properties.

Why did I like the HIMYM finale?

The mother. I mean, I think I speak for everyone when I say that it was all about the mother ever since the beginning. The name of the show is How I Met Your Mother, for Christ’s sake. And finding out that in reality she was just a “side character” so that Ted’s kids could understand that he wanted to ask Robin out was a bit disappointing, I understand that.

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You see, kids, right from the moment I met your mom, I knew…I have to love this woman as much as I can, for as long as I can, and I can never stop loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5:00 a.m., Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon, through every speed bump. Every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me.