Lips red as blood. Hair black as night.

• night before school: i want to look attractive tomorrow
• morning of school: nevermind

(Source: clawsandfangs)

And so he spoke, that lord of Castamere.

(Source: jonquille)

You have eyes Huntsman but you do not see. She is destined to end the darkness.

(Source: fightlesbird)

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slayground:

When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike. Even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

stabmeintheneck:

30 Days of ASOIAF: Day Six | Characters you want to see interact | Sansa Stark & Daenerys Targaryen

At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse at the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from the distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winterfell sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought, I’m not dead either. 

(Source: stabmeintheneck)

ne-yo:

I didn’t come to this website to make friends

I came to win

(Source: chekhov)

stabmeintheneck:

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

ludwiggermany:

Tom Hiddleston fans.

PLUG YOUR HEADPHONES BEFORE LISTENING!

Words: I will be the first man to kiss you. To bed you. Whether you come willingly or not, you will be mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?

a couple of master assassins 

(Source: wenbys)

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Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal.

(Source: steviepies)