“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” A gasp. A shudder. A moan. Finally, a deep-seeded need, the need to have him, the need to know him, the need for him to exist. This is how it all started, with tales as old as times, with authors twisting, spinning words until only feelings are left. Your interior life is the place where those characters, those stories implant themselves and evolve endlessly. The great lady herself said: “A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” Madame Bovary only new too well the meaning of those words, as we read, "Un infini de passion peut tenir dans une minute", an infinite of passion can be contained in one minute. And we, following her, only know too well the consequences of such thoughts. Yet, the interior life is where our imagination, our life can soar. In the end, the interior life is as dangerous to us, as reading was to Voltaire… Well, at least I hope so.
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Then you shall return to me, my sun and stars.
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New pictures of Prince George and Princess Charlotte taken by their mum, the Duchess of Cambridge.
©HRH The Duchess of Cambridge/@KensingtonPalace
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- Are you happy? - I never thought I’d be able to say such a thing again but… yes.
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You think you’re joking when you say Valjean was super passionate about bread, but try to put a French person in another country and within the first few days you’ve heard them complain about how nobody in this fucking country sells real bread and all their attempts and making a baguette are laughable
even me, I don’t eat that much bread on a regular basis but I will still bitch about how others DON’T KNOW WHAT BREAD IS because when I eat bread it’s “real” fucking bread
you think this is a cliché
it’s not
none of you guys can make bread especially not you UK and US
if we’re condescending assholes about one thing trust me
it’s bread
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A man who bears Valyrian steel should use it for more than scratching his arse.
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He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” she would add, “for all men must know fear.” A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.
He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.
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Prince Harry and John Barrowman both do a mutual high five/ass slap combo omg
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Interesting fact:
Someone who spends a lot of time on the computer will blink considerably less than someone who doesn’t.
This makes sense… We’re all afraid of weeping angels.
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