clemlin:

possibly the best dialogue ever.

mindizmyspear:

dicksp8jr:

i have been waiting for this gifset my entire life

same

im-so-witte:

badgerointment:

LIZ’S NEVER ENDING LIST OF FAV. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS (in no particular order)

↳ Westley ⟶ The Princess Bride

“As you wish…”

“I love Westley, I always have. I know now I always will.”

“My Westley will always come for me.”

- It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick and I used to read it to your father. Today I’m going to read it to you.
- Does it got any sports in it?
- Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles…

The Princess Bride (1987)

thisthatalltheother:

All Princess Bride gets reblogged automatically. That’s just the way it is.

You can’t hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

toomuchto:

(via Sarah’s Sketches: Buttercup and Westley)

Reblog with the first line of your favourite book

lesterspossumpark:

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crissy-donovan:

agent-lemony:

luminousgreentardis:

vincentandthevangoghgoghs:

ladyromana:

punkrockmuffinatrix:

peachdreamsandperseus:

oliviabishops:

closeskies:

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

(via judesan)

“The Signora had no business to do it,” said Miss Bartlett.

Holly held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart.

Snow was falling on Riverside, great white feather-puffs that veiled the cracks in the facades of its ruined houses; slowly softening the harsh contours of jagged roof and falling beam.

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. 

 All children, except one, grow up.

Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Berk, a smallish viking with a longish name stood up to his ankles in snow.

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.

It’s a tie between:

Current-borne, wave-flung, and tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss.

and

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.

There was nothing left to say.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.

mischief7manager:

#on a scale from one to ten #how much of a ridiculous crush did i have on cary elwes as a child #if you answered anything less that seven hundred million thousand #you are incorrect

theronweasleygeneration:

Favorite Movies of All Time: The Princess Bride (1987)

Who said life is fair? Where is that written?