And then Richard Parker, my fierce companion, the terrible one who kept me alive, disappeared forever from my life. After a few hours, a member of my own species found me. He left and returned with a group who carried me away. I wept like a child, not because I was overwhelmed at having survived, although I was. I was weeping because Richard Parker left me so unceremoniously. It broke my heart.
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(originally asheathes)
1 month ago on 21
April 2013 @ 11:43am
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The only thing that has the power to save our home is the golden fleece.
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(originally adammiligan)
1 month ago on 21
April 2013 @ 11:43am
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(originally pottergifs)
1 month ago on 21
April 2013 @ 11:42am
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“You live in New York City now?” (Emilia Clarke on LIVE with Kelly and Michael)
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(originally notaqueen)
1 month ago on 21
April 2013 @ 11:37am
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all the things I hold in my fist, if I don't let go, I don't exist and they've become the things that define me, how I look and love, things can buy me... That's not important anymore, I feel me writting on the floor, light as a feather, I'm carefree: I'm weightless!
