Dreamy Sky. Dreamy Evening.

... and there's always music in the air

Like mother like daughter

Ukraine, Lviv, Lychakivs’kyi tsvyntar (Lychakiv Cemetery) 💀

Слухаю всі версії «I want to live» перед сном ніби я засинаю десь в таборі біля вогнища і завтра мені не треба на роботу

Завжди вважаю добрим знаком коли випадково бачу або чую щось пов’язане з Твін Піксом. Одразу відчуття що я там де треба ☕️

“...Brienne turned, and saw a ghost. 

Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. 

"My lord?" she gasped.

"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."

He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. [...] And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

"The White Knight is sliding down the poker. He balances very badly." (с) Through The Looking-Glass And What Alice Found There

Why do we talk out loud when we know we're alone? Because we know we're not (c) Thank you, mister Moffat for one more thing to afraid of :-O

ain’t no party like a wilfred mott christmas party