my blogging technique is staying gone for a while and then posting 20 posts persecond
I feel like I’m a lot more invested in the Emmys than I am with the Oscars because ain’t nobody stan for movies like they stan for their favorite shows and characters I mean really now.
The blood of the dragon must not be afraid.
“It’s just a 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.