I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.  

He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart. One hand slid up her thighs and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moonblood was on her, but it made no difference.

”Hurry”, she was whispering now, ”quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. ”Yes”, Cersei said as he thrust, ”my sweet brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.”

Just needed to put this here, because that episode was really fucked! (via agameofclothes)

the weirdest part about revisiting Rent is the extent to which I grew up to be Roger Davis

and the jarring disconnect between what eighth grade Sara imagined being Roger would be like and what being Roger is actually like

basically what I’m trying to say is that the romance of Rent is dead and the reality of Rent is horrifying

They say when you’re in love you walk on clouds but in fact what’s really wonderful is that you walk on the earth, on sidewalks.

Bertolt Brecht, The Good Person of Szechwan. (via pricew)

We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world.

Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air and then, shining, burning, bursting through, the stars. Can you see how they roar their light?

Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

(Source: courtsorcerer)