La Giovanetta

usually quite optimistic
We believe we have dived to the uttermost depths of the abyss, and yet when we return to the surface, the drop of water on our pallid fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it came. We think we have discovered a hoard of wonderful treasure-trove, yet when we emerge again into the light of day, we see that all we have brought back with us is false stones and chips of glass. But for all this, the treasure goes on glimmering in the darkness, unchanged.

—Maurice Maeterlinck (via hideback)

(via bloodmilk)

lyannadelrhaegar:

sandor clegane??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of sandor clegane spill out of my jacket] w-what  a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of sandor clegane scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for a friend just listen

(via corseque)