We don’t get to choose who we love.
We don’t get to choose who we love.
“Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.”
This is THE best GoT photoset ever.
One day she came back grinning her honey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covererd in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
- Valar Morghulis.
- Yes, all men must die, but we are not men.

Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true?
I’ve waited my whole life to see the world from up there.