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Le temps est assassin.

There ain't no heaven.

And hell's a dog fight.

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Excuse my awful english. Anne Boleyn, Lucille Bluth and Leslie Knope are my heroes.
"Le temps est assassin" is from a french song, called Mistral Gagnant by Renaud. "Anna Bolina" is latin for Anne Boleyn.

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TV : Sons Of Anarchy, Parks and Recreation, Boardwalk Empire, Downton Abbey, Breaking Bad, Firefly, Justified, Game Of Thrones, The Tudors, Doctor Who, Friday Night Lights, The Black Donnellys, Arrested Development, The Borgias, Rome, Dead Like Me, Fringe, Misfits, Skins, Battlestar Galactica, The Fades, TSCC, The Office, Shameless, The Walking Dead, This Is England 86/88', Kings, Veep...

(House Stark; Anne Boleyn; Natalie Dormer is a goddess; Anne-Marie Duff is criminally underrated; Matt Smith is a genius; The Magdalene Sisters is my favourite movie; I have a thing for bikers and their old ladies; Never Let Me Go is the most heartbreaking thing to ever exists; actually no, Riley Dawson is; stories about fucked-up soldiers, robots with feelings and humanity's fall are my favourite thing)

I reblog quite a lot (meaning excessively).
Icon by Marina.
tullying:

My heart belongs to Riverrun: 

  “This was my father’s solar,” said Tully. “He ruled the riverlands from here, wisely and well. He liked to sit beside that window. The light was good there, and whenever he looked up from his work he could see the river. When his eyes were tired he would have Cat read to him. Littlefinger and I built a castle out of wooden blocks once, there beside the door. You will never know how sick it makes me to see you in this room, Kingslayer. You will never know how much I despise you.” - A Feast For Crows

tullying:

My heart belongs to Riverrun:

  “This was my father’s solar,” said Tully. “He ruled the riverlands from here, wisely and well. He liked to sit beside that window. The light was good there, and whenever he looked up from his work he could see the river. When his eyes were tired he would have Cat read to him. Littlefinger and I built a castle out of wooden blocks once, there beside the door. You will never know how sick it makes me to see you in this room, Kingslayer. You will never know how much I despise you.” - A Feast For Crows