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fuckyeahmattsmithswardrobe:

What hopes, what dreams, what pale, faded visions does the wild hipster see in his tiny coffee beverage? Does he see far-off forests, seas tinted gold, or storms spun of silver? Do the mountains of the North call to him, an abandoned log cabin waiting upon the highest peak? Or perhaps he sees the edges of space, a nebula swirling bright in the abyss, with only the unknown stretching out before him.

What does the wild, untamed hipster see in the clouds of his coffee?

Probably a larger cup of coffee. Seriously, that thing is small as fuck.

My favorite part is the delicately extended pinky.

(Source: keyofmgy)

ishmaeldreaming:

What a team these two make.

I shat bricks when he said “Lowborn girls say ‘m’lord’.”

(Source: ptrparker)

alabanger:

it’s today, isn’t it?

BAHAHAHAHAHA

areyoutheregoditsmekate:

I am pretty sure that Theon is in love with Robb and tired of living in the empty space between brother and not-brother.

I never would have come up with that interpretation, but now that I’ve heard it, it’s bizarrely compelling.

(Source: lord-harington)

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jordangibson:

RIP Jean Giraud.