the silent madness


Airah Antonio. 21. PH.
I may or may not watch too much movies and TV. I'd talk about myself more but this blog isn't about my life. Oh wait.
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tumblebuggie:

[Walk In Eternity]

An update of sorts, to this older version before Twelve’s time.

>See the animation progress and stills here<

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she’s some kind of - what?

m a s t e r m i n d?

wmagazine:

Gone Girl
Photograph by David Fincher for W. 

wmagazine:

Gone Girl

Photograph by David Fincher for W


Sarah J. Mass, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Mass, Heir of Fire

ottabenga:

Why can’t you just say I did good? Come on. Why can’t you say it?

allisonseto:

Lake Minnewanka // Banff, AB

              “Do you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave.”

                                                    We’ll go back there.

                                         “You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

langleav:

My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

Emilia Clarke, Peter Dinklage, Nathalie Emmanuel and Joel Fry filming Game of Thrones season 5

A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin  —— (Insp)

“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.”

floridasunshineee:

the best line ever

When I'm late: these ppl gotta chill I'm exactly where I got to be at this moment. God put me here for a reason, I ain't suppose to rush the universe.
When somebody else late: u stay irresponsible. Trash the fuck why u always late? How u go to work?? Lazy filth I've. Been waiting outside for 5 mins.... WHERE THE HELL U AT???!!