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double chocolate raspberry brownies


Paper Play: A New Book About the Art of Papercraft from Gingko Press



Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…

I figured I’d better write the book rather than the episode. (x)


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"Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word."

George R.R. Martin (via shay0netta)


Brooklyn, Emily, Tanisha, Valerie & Casey, Emilio, Serge, Zack



Colors are the New Black by Mademoiselle Maurice


French artist Mademoiselle Maurice created this gorgeous map of the world with rainbow-colored drips of water. This piece, along with other artworks, will be on display at the artist’s solo exhibition Colors are the New Black until mid-July at the Backside Gallery in Marseille, France.



Really nice recipes. Every hour.

it's me. Rania, the girl with the black heart when everyone else is red

I love watching dramas. I love Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal, Revenge, White Collar, Brothers & Sisters, Once upon a Time, Suits, Downton Abbey, Private Practice, So You Think You Can Dance, Jane by Design, Pretty Little Liars, CSI: Miami, Mythbusters.. and the list goes on!!

I’m also into Kpop! LOVE Big Bang, 2AM, 2PM, CNBlue, Super Junior, SS501, Beast, MBLAQ, SHINee, F.T Island, Infinite and who ever that has cute guys in it!

Photos taken by me has the hash tag #takenbyoneblackheart. Do check it out! (:



Read the Printed Word!

She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why.
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn’t have companions.
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held…

And then she was gone
-As Told By Ginger

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