We all die at the end
Sergio. 1995. Majorca, Spain. Student. Books. Strategic games. Percy Jackson. Harry Potter. Mythology.


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mongolian wolf 1 (by nimble.lynx)

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Shark Week by Bo Bridges

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Train bridge | 

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'I’m trying to write a piece of music that’s about what it feels like to be on the beach with you right now. … I think you captured it.'

Her (2013)

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The Disney Renaissance

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I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night, and all the nights to come.

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When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too.

The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.

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Gaetano Previati

Dance of the Hours
Day Awakens Night

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My family tried to kill me, you pathetic meat sack.

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             The First Men named us children. The giants called us wok dak nag gran, the squirrel people, because we were small and quick and fond of trees, but we are no squirrels, no children. Our name in the True Tongue means those who sing the song of the earth. Before your Old Tongue was ever spoken, we had sun our songs  t e n  t h o u s a n d  y e a r s .

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"After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure."

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