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LORD OF THE RINGS FAN
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House Tyrell
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G O N E
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Hello! I am Rea, 24 years old, living at Athens, Greece. Obsessed with movies, comics, books and cats. You can learn more for me here. Currently watching Torchwood.

fantasticon-gr:

Our first festival is coming soon!

fantasticon-gr:

Our first festival is coming soon!



tommybishops:

just some of my favourite secrets from this week originals sins

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Jamie Chung in Sin City: A Dame to Kill For

4 days ago · 44 notes · originally from emptydrops
#miho #sin city #movies

I am a quitter. I come from a long line of quitters. It’s amazing I’m here at all.

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You are the face of this
                                      r e v o l u t i o n.

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2 weeks ago · 17,445 notes · originally from imodair
#The Hunger Games #mockingjay #movies #i can't wait

misslilycollinss:

I remind myself to be kind to myself, and as slightly ridiculous as it may sound, to treat myself in the same gentle way I’d want to treat a daughter of mine. It really helps.

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2 weeks ago · 870 notes · originally from misslilycollinss
#EMMA STONE #CELEBRITY CRUSHES

astudyiniero:

girls don’t want boyfriends girls want a seven book series about the marauders’ life at hogwarts

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So this is one of my favorite greek songs translated in english. I didn’t care much for the rythm. Also the original song is an adaptation from Tom Waits’ Invitation to the Blues.

Look at her how she is serving, more white than her apron,
how she’s holding high the tray and her dignity.
She is like a rose between the scums and a godess among mortals.
She is the trap to make you a mess again…

You already feel like Cagney in front of Rita Hayworth
in the dingy underground life of yours.
You wonder if she is alone, if she gets scared and angry,
will she give you a signal? Stay and you’ll see.

She asks you, “Will you drink something?” and you think it’s a poem,
you say, “I don’t know, whatever… whatever”. It would be a shame
for someone else to have her, since you first felt
the corrals in her depths but maybe all this
it’s a trick to make you a mess again.

But she has a way to empty you ashtray
laughing with a joke you will never say to her
and you want to leave but you are hammerred, and in your house
there’s still this sea of rumbles from your lost life;
a sea of bottles and books and smoke and everything you need to be a mess again…

But she must have been hurt, a guy has to be in the way,
like the guys in the gyms, or the guys that are popular,
who would want her more like paper and more blond and more naked
and of course he never said to her “I love you”.
He just found another girl from the other block
and left her like a mess again.

Tonight a train departs, for a nice and foreign place,
but for the first time you feel that everything is happening here.
Jesus Christ is being born in a month, and whatever you wish for you should start.
Everything will always be dark but they always hide a secret flame.
And tomorrow you’ll be here again
will you ever tell her that you want only for her to be a mess…

This is a great, great, great song.



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