*** H I A T U S *** 

nami64:

as you can see it, i’m not longer very active on this blog. you can unfollow me if you want. i have no idea when i will post again (i will probably but i don’t know when… one day :3). let’s just say it’s a very long and incertain hiatus with this ‘nami64’ blog.

i wish you all the best my lovely followers

~Solenne

(via my-spare-url)

nami64:

as you can see it, i’m not longer very active on this blog. you can unfollow me if you want. i have no idea when i will post again (i will probably but i don’t know when… one day :3). let’s just say it’s a very long and incertain hiatus with this ‘nami64’ blog.

i wish you all the best my lovely followers

~Solenne

(via my-spare-url)

as you can see it, i’m not longer very active on this blog. you can unfollow me if you want. i have no idea when i will post again (i will probably but i don’t know when… one day :3). let’s just say it’s a very long and incertain hiatus with this ‘nami64’ blog. i’m still around there, on tumblr, it’s just… this blog.

i wish you all the best my lovely followers

~Solenne

Quvenzhané Wallis arrives at the Oscars 2013

Amy Adams arrives at the Oscars 2013

A   G R E Y   L A D Y   A N D   A   B L O O D Y   B A R O N
_{Clair Foy → Helena Ravenclaw}
^{François Arnaud → The Bloody Baron}

(…) After a few seconds, the whole world seemed to spin in front of Helena’s eyes. Round and round it goes, round and round, Helena thought. Blackness crept over from the sides of her vision, and began nibbling away the light of reality. Once it took over fully, Helena, oddly, felt at peace. At last the chase had come to an end, even if had brought her end along with it.
In a forest somewhere in Albania, in the centre of an insignificant clearing, lay dead the fair, dark-haired, beautiful witch they call Helena Ravenclaw.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHI !!! 
^{(i will follow you forever my sister, my captain, my Queen. I wish you the best and OH GOD! WE KNOW EACH OTHER SINCE TWILIGHT AND THE SPAMPOSTS XD…i can’t believe it. So now for you our beautiful INCEPTION otp… LOV’U GURL <3<3<3)}

“Why this look on your face?” he asked closing the door behind him, “You seem disappointed.”
“No. Not at all. It’s just…” she hesitated -what could be the appropriate expression-, “I’m just surprised.”
If a word could describe Arthur it would be organisation. Or planification. At least, at work.
But there, in this tiny New Orleans apartement, an uncharacteristic mess reigned: old numbers of ‘national geographic’ opened on the coffe table, a jacket and unsuited pillows carelessly thrown on the sofa, a cup of tea without coaster cooling on the bar, and douzens of photographs suspended on the walls. Ariadne spotted a black and white one on what was probably a desk. Arthur had a few more years than her but definitely not enough to have ever been photographed in two colors. His parents then…
And she got it. This residence wasn’t a ‘place to crash’ during a job. No. It was his home. His real home. His refuge. And he invited her to come into it.
“Well…” he continued, “I hope you will learn to appreciate these rooms.”

Philadelphia (1993)

Leonardo Dicaprio at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards.

Adele at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards.

Marion Cotillard arrives at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards.