May. 15, 2013 at 2:43am with 12,142 notes
Reblogged from blacknere
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apogeesystem:

diarrheaworldstarhiphop:

100 duders are building a 1:1 scale model of the continent of Westoros in Minecraft

Are you FUCKING kidding me?!

http://mc.westeroscraft.com/map/#/2280/64/9805/-9/0/0

LOOK

LOOK AT THIS SHIT

APPARENTLY I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS UNTIL NOW BUT HOLY SHIT. IM IMPRESSED, BUT WHY THO

wH

AT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

[loudly screaming at screen]
gives up on minecraft forever holy fucking shit no way no fucking way

HOLY CRAP! How is this even for real? Amazing.

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Jan. 26, 2013 at 4:16pm with 252 notes
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jadebooks:

[[book meme]]

favorite book from your favorite series → storm of swords by george rr martin

“Explain to me: why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner?”

Jun. 30, 2012 at 8:06pm with 156,410 notes
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quoteGeorge R.R. Martinbooksliteraturelife

So, this is what I did in my room earlier. Two and a half hours standing up on the bed all twisted, but the back ache is completely worth it. Quote by George R.R. Martin.

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Jun. 18, 2012 at 5:13pm with 10,414 notes
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George R.R. Martinquotefantasyreality
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Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.
— George R.R. Martin. (via samflynn)

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