Kid, I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other, and I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but I’ve never seen *anything* to make me believe that there’s one all-powerful Force controlling everything. 'Cause no mystical energy field controls my destiny.
let it be extravagant.
19th Century Chinese Kingfisher Feather & Coral Earrings, 14K Wires, (sold)
These are as found, but were likely adapted into earrings from something else— probably a hair ornament. They work well as earrings though, and the color and sheen of the feathers is still incredibly vibrant.
Jude Law in Gattaca (1997)
Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo
Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.
GRRM has written a beautiful growth process of taking a young girl you feel like you want to protect, and then watching her protect herself and grow into her own and turn into a strong woman and leader. And also, the dragons, man! I think the reason she’s such a popular character is the CGI dragons look pretty cool and the magic of them is definitely a quick way of making a character stand out. — Emilia Clarke for AwardsLine
A tree is just a tree. That is, until you put a canvas behind it, turning it into a living piece of art. That’s exactly what South Korean artist Myoung Ho Lee did and we couldn’t be happier with the result.
a cloak of shadows: a fanmix for thief queens, rogues, bandits & women who wear shadows better than any gown, listen here
No gold shall ever grace my brow, she says softly, but I am a queen in my own right. Dark eyes flicker with mirth, a smile settling into the corner of thin lips. What glory is there in taking from those who can offer no tribute, who will work all their lives and have nothing but calloused hands and tired eyes when it ends? No, I tax from those who think themselves untouchable. A nod of explanation, tawny hair falling over slender shoulders. My people are those overlooked. Our sigil is an empty coffer and our borders are drawn by picked locks and lighter pockets. The smile widens. No gilded clothes will fall over these shoulders, but all the same I bear a cloak made of the finest shadows, beautiful enough to make a king weep. Aye, I am a queen, she says one last time, fierce and proud and soft, and as strong as any.