I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy?

— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Reblogged from And it was all yellow.


i understood that reference

Reblogged from And it was all yellow.


Tywin rushing to his grandson to cover him when Joffrey dies (◡‿◡✿) 

Reblogged from grainin' on that wood
Reblogged from winter is coming


what they really thought

Look for me…beneath the tree.