“You know, I used to live like Robinson Crusoe - I mean, shipwrecked among eight million people. And then one day I saw a footprint in the sand, and there you were.”

The Apartment (1960)

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1 year ago on 10 January 2012    via mattybing1025   originally from inessentialhouses

doctorwho:

Well, I’m not going to hug first.

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1 year ago on 26 December 2011    via sheeb   originally from previouslyabeona

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1 year ago on 15 November 2011    via catelyntully   originally from lawyerupasshole

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1 year ago on 29 October 2011    via clawsandfangs   originally from bbrando

Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.

Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.

1 year ago on 27 October 2011    via arathorns   originally from storiesofwolves-deactivated2011

1 year ago on 29 September 2011    via formerlyaragorns   originally from jonquille


You are a lady to me. And I never knew a finer one.

You are a lady to me. And I never knew a finer one.

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1 year ago on 16 September 2011    via mermaidwaters-deactivated201202   originally from wyndamwesley



Amy: I got old, Rory, what did you think was going to happen?Rory: I don’t care that you got old. I care that we didn’t grow old together. 

Amy: I got old, Rory, what did you think was going to happen?
Rory: I don’t care that you got old. I care that we didn’t grow old together

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