Personally If Im Out Walking And Smell Laundry Or Someone Elses Cooking Or Campfire I Immediately Get

personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre

milk-thistle is an example of a word where the tongue barely moves… basilica is an example of a word where the movement involved is like a seesaw. opium as a word is circular to say. to say a word like violence involves a bit of a forced pause in the mouth where the o connecting the syllables is. etymologists trace the word’s history, poets feel the word’s impact, singers listen to the word’s musicality, linguists tell the word to go this way and that way, and the word is gracious to all in return

Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin (2018), dir. Arwen Curry

Theon having another illusion gut wrenchingly taken from him when he learns Jon Snow wasn’t a son of Lord Eddard Stark but a boy brought home with him from a past war treated, raised and loved as a son. something Theon desperately wanted but couldn’t have because he thought you had to be born into it

ok i adore braime but i need to say i kinda wish that brienne was younger because istg. brienne and sansa could be so in love with each other.

like im stuck with imagining the young-and experienced-yet-very-jaded female bodyguard *cough, knight* just falling over her heels to find sansa, keep her safe at every moment. and sansa would quickly grow to trust in her sooo damn much and they would bond over their experiences

50-60 people abandoning their cars on the bay bridge during morning rush hour, throwing their keys into the fucking bay, holding a die-in, chaining themselves together… coolest motherfuckers in san francisco