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There ain't no heaven.
And hell's a dog fight._________________________________
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).
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For six years, this year, and this, and this, and this, I did not love him. And then I did. Then I was his. I can count the days I was his in hundreds. The days we bedded. Married. Were Happy. Bore Elizabeth. Hated. Lusted. Bore a dead child… which condemned me… to death. In all one thousand days. Just a thousand. Strange. And of those thousand, one when we were both in love, only one, when our loves met and overlapped and were both mine and his. And when I no longer hated him, he began to hate me. Except for that one day.
