officialwhitegirls:

when you correct the teacher

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me: ok i’ll study at 8:00

clock: 8:00

me: *pretends i didn’t see*


msfili:

make me choose

hiddles-galore asked: Thor or Loki?

thebagofholding:

“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing


(Source: coinlaundrys)

hoodratzayn:

i believe in hate at first sight

(Source: jadethrwall)


threefootroo:

genetics, man


(Source: 1los)



(Source: fuckyeahchinomoreno)


Oberyn Nymeros Martell, Tyrion muttered under his breath as he fell in beside the man. The Red Viper of Dorne. And what in the seven hells am I supposed to do with him? He knew the man only by reputation, to be sure… but the reputation was fearsome. When he was no more than sixteen, Prince Oberyn had been found abed with the paramour of old Lord Yronwood, a huge man of fierce repute and short temper. A duel ensued, though in view of the prince’s youth and high birth, it was only to first blood. Both men took cuts, and honor was satisfied. Yet Prince Oberyn soon recovered, while Lord Yronwood’s wounds festered and killed him. Afterward men whispered that Oberyn had fought with a poisoned sword, and ever thereafter friends and foes alike called him the Red Viper. 

(Source: oberynymeros)


fromhiddleswithlove:

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