Has me seeking out and searching for you
Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable. That I could read you just like a book. For now I can only guess what's coming next by examining your timid smile and the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'round.

Howard Charles | photoshoot for BLAG magazine



Two students, James and John were given a grammar test by their teacher. The question was, “is it better to use “had” or “had had” in this example sentence?”

The teacher collected the tests, and looked over their answers.

James, while John had had “had”, had had “had had.” “Had had” had had a better effect on the teacher.

welcome to the english language

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French Soap - Submitted by Anonymous

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Marble portrait of the co-emperor Lucius Verus, AD 161–169

This fragmentary head comes from an over-life-sized portrait bust or statue of Lucius Verus, co-emperor with Marcus Aurelius (r. A.D. 161–180). At the beginning of his reign, Verus was sent to the East to direct military operations against the Parthians, and although the war was concluded successfully in A.D. 166, his returning troops brought back the plague, which ravaged the Empire for several years thereafter. He is compared unfavorably with Marcus Aurelius by the ancient sources, but the portrait shown here has a leonine majesty that gives little indication of his reputation as an idle and dissolute ruler. It is typical of Antonine style in its use of luxuriant drillwork in the hair and engraved eyes to dramatize the basically naturalistic image.

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"It was clever of you to see it. Though no more than I’d expect of mine own daughter." "Thank you." She felt absurdly proud for puzzling it out.

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I thought humans were more evolved than this.

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Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak. He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?

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Favorite Fictional Characters- Robb Stark

I cannot sit at Riverrun waiting for peace. It makes me look as if I were afraid to take the field again. When there are not battles to fight, men start to think of hearth and harvest, Father told me that. Even my northmen grow restless.

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anthroplogie’s lingerie section is giving me heart palpitations

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