🎧 Сонце сьогодні яскраво вмирало,

Радію будь-яким відсилкам на Твін Пікс, навіть там де вони очікувані

“...Brienne turned, and saw a ghost. 

Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. 

"My lord?" she gasped.

"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."

He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. [...] And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

Завжди вважаю добрим знаком коли випадково бачу або чую щось пов’язане з Твін Піксом. Одразу відчуття що я там де треба ☕️

... Behind them, Gendry groaned. "Lords and ladies," he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. "Ow," he said. "That hurt." He felt the skin above his eye. "What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?" "The bad kind," said Arya, suddenly contrite.

George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

Племінник з дівчиною зліпили мені Ктулху на день народження 🥰

Why do we talk out loud when we know we're alone? Because we know we're not (c) Thank you, mister Moffat for one more thing to afraid of :-O

Isn’t it too dreamy?