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tallulahblues:

I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

(via get-thatcorn-outof-myface)

Simply amazing!

Simply amazing!

thewinterbuckybear:

Mod: So how many true Scotsman are on the stage at the moment?

Sam Heughan: I think the audience can probably tell.

Graham McTavish: There are some people in the front row that might tell you for sure.

Outlander World Premiere Screening Q&A [x]

I reckon one of us should ken what they’re doing.

(Source: ranpyon)

“I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing (…), it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies.”
— Claire Randall - Outlander by Diana Gabaldon.  (via hismajestyprincessrosberg)
jamie-to-the-heart:

'Tis Outlander Day!!

jamie-to-the-heart:

'Tis Outlander Day!!

heittskomm:

I was like Da Fuq? But then I remembered, on page 262 of Outlander:

Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.

I’M DEAD AND BURIED IN SATIN, Y’ALL.