“ Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
A horrific, tragic terrorist attack happened today in London and you just know tumblr isn’t going to hear about it because it’s not America.
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“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time… …but it wasn’t. 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.”
When people show up in your dreams, it’s not because they want something from you; it’s because you want something from them.
my Son (places hand on your shoulder) (places other hand on your shoulder) (places hand on your head) (places other hand on your head) (places hand on your hip) (places other hand on your hip) eh macarena
