I wonder if the three of us would’ve been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people.
The Darjeeling Limited illustrated by Phil Gibson :: via etsy.com
(Source: theohpioneer)
Star Wars minifigs on display :: via huguesndelafleche
“Robin Hood and Little John runnin’ through the forest. Jumpin’ fences, dodgin’ trees an’ tryin’ to get away.”
"What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye."
— Jack Kerouac, On The Road
(Source: atmidnightonsaturday)
It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race. But they were all of them deceived, for a new ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all.
Lord of the Rings illustrations by Vincent Mahé :: via mrbidon.blogspot.com
You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to, so let me clue you in: I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No! I am the one who knocks!
Breaking Bad’s Walter White illustrated by Jared K. Nickerson :: via j3concepts.deviantart.com
