She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.
Month: August 2014
I like playing intense women. Because as women, we are not simple. As much as the world wants us to be, we aren’t. And there’s nothing wrong with that. We shouldn’t be ashamed of having emotions and of messing up sometimes, and being upset and angry. That’s all part of what makes us human. So I can never just be the girl next door, I need more than that.
Sansa Stark Appreciation Week – Day 1: Favorite Quote
“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
“i’m not white i’m greek”
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for l o v e . That is our great glory, and o u r g r e a t t r a g e d y .
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via rawkiss)
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“The world is indeed full of p e r i l and in it there are many d a r k places.”
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